On the seventh day after Elena's disappearance, Vittorio summoned Damian to the old house.
The old man offered no comfort.
The moment they met, he struck Damian hard across the leg with his cane.
"I heard your wife ran away."
Damian didn't flinch.
"Yes."
"Serves you right."
After the scolding, Vittorio had the butler bring out an old box.
Inside were the things Elena had handled for the Moretti family over the past three years.
Not ledgers. Not family documents.
Medical records.
Damian froze.
Vittorio snorted. "Your uncle's gunshot wound infection. She came down from the operating table at midnight to save him. Your mother's heart problem last year. She found the surgeon. Luca's car crash. Nicolò's daughter's appendicitis. And this old life of mine. You think everyone respects
