Dante's POV

The sound of wheels moving across the concrete floor pulled my attention toward the entrance. At first, I thought I was imagining it. The room had already become impossible — Aurelio's words, his accusations, the questions about my mother. Everything I had believed about my past was being torn apart piece by piece.

But then the wheelchair appeared, and my entire body went still. My eyes widened. No. It was not possible. The woman sitting there was older than ...