I didn't sleep.
The photograph stayed on my bedside table all night.
My grandfather.
A woman I'd never seen before.
A little girl wearing the Romano symbol.
And six words that had changed everything.
We promised to keep them safe.
Safe from what?
And who were them?
I kept returning to the same question.
If the photograph was taken in 1988, why had no one ever told me about it?
My grandfather had died years ago.
My father had never mentioned the Romano family outside of work.
And my mother had never spoken about any connection between our family and theirs.
Maybe they hadn't known.
Or maybe they'd both been protecting the same secret.
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The next morning, I took the photograph to Romano Enterprises.
I didn't show it to anyone.
Not even Luca.
Not yet.
I needed to know e
