Valeria's POV

This was it.

The thought came quietly as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the woman looking back at me. For several minutes I had not moved. The room around me was familiar — our bedroom, the place where I had spent countless nights trying to understand Dante Moretti, the place where I had learned that the man everyone feared was not as simple as the world believed. But today, standing there alone, everything felt different. Something had shifted. I did not know what ...