Thomas
Aria
I read the message four times.
Each time hoping my brain would file it somewhere manageable. Each time it refused.
Thomas Cole. David’s mother’s brother. Which made him David’s uncle, which made him connected to my father through marriage rather than blood, which made him someone who had existed in the orbit of everything this week without ever appearing in any file, any document, any conversation.
Something Romano never found.
That was the part that sat in my chest like something pointed.
Romano had found everything. Files on my father, my mother, me, Caden, everyone connected to anyone connected to this family. He’d built a system of surveillance and leverage that had taken Sophia twelve years to fully map and had still produced surprises every single day this week.
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