We get off the plane, collect our bags, and Matteo leads me to a waiting car.

“We’re staying at Ginevra’s house. It’s the one she uses when she visits,” he answers the question I was about to ask.

Day of the hearing

I look at myself one last time in the mirror and let out a small sigh. Gripping my purse tightly, I leave the room, leaving behind the nerves that kept me awake, knowing I’d have to face the lies the Lefebvres have repeated for years.

“Are you nervous?” Matteo asks ...