The dinner hall felt smaller than usual, the air thick with shock and unspoken accusations.
Victor already sensing a possible violent confrontation quickly escorted Malia out.
Giovanni wiped his face roughly and straightened. “I want to see the body. I want to know who did this.”
Romano exchanged a heavy glance with Luca before speaking. “The footage… it shows Sofia entering the cell.”
Giovanni stared at him, stunned. For a moment, the room was completely still. Then the color drained from his face. His hands began to shake as he gripped the edge of the table.
“No…” The word came out broken. “No, that can’t be right. She was supposed to be safe here. You promised mercy!” His voice cracked, raw grief flooding his features. Tears welled in his eyes. “My sister… my only remaining fami
