Renzo's POV

The silence between brothers is a different kind of noise. It's not the absence of words, but the weight of the ones already said.

Leone knew.

He'd known since the night I caught him in my room, standing stupidly by my bookshelf like a child caught stealing candy. He didn’t yell at first. He just looked at me, jaw tight, veins pulsing at his temple, like he was trying to decide whether to hug me or rip my head off.

I gave him the truth.

I told him I was his brother, ...