Alex

The hospital room felt too quiet after my parents left. Their voices still rang in my ears—Mother’s promises, Father’s anger.

For the first time in my life, I thought we were finally working together toward one goal: destroying Adriano.

I closed my eyes and drifted in and out of restless sleep, holding onto that small feeling of victory. Tomorrow, I told myself.

Tomorrow I would wake up to hear that Adriano was dead, and everything he owned would finally be ...