**Lucia POV**

The room felt as if it were shrinking, the walls pressing in on us. The revelation hung in the air like a thick, choking fog. David stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the floor, while Raffaele stared at the crumpled photo of Cecilia Bernardo.

"Cecilia," he whispered, the name sounding different in his mouth now. He didn't move for a long time. He just stood by the fireplace, the orange light of the dying embers dancing across his scarred face.

I knew the history. Everyone ...