The phone slipped from Alessio’s fingers and hit the floor like the weight of it was too much to hold. Noa couldn’t pull his eyes from the screen. Couldn’t process the impossible.

She was alive.

The woman he’d gutted. The woman who raised him like a weapon. The woman who’d put a bullet through his ribs like it was just another Tuesday.

His handler.

His fake mother.

Dragging Dominik’s bleeding body out of the burning van like she’d walked straight out of hell.

His voice cracked ...