Since Marco returned, the wind at the Verano mansion seemed to change.

Leonardo was still quiet. He moved the same as always — careful, controlled, unreadable. But Ysabel, though she said nothing, could feel the stiffness behind every unspoken word of her husband.

Whenever things grew still, she could hear the weight of Leonardo’s presence. He never spoke about Marco… but she knew he hadn’t forgotten.

And in the eyes of someone like Leonardo Verano, the unspoken is the most ...