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Chapter 22: The Last Moretti

Author: Dzifa
last update publish date: 2026-03-31 15:52:21

Swiss Alps

Three Months Later

Summer had arrived in the mountains.

Elena sat in the small garden of the apartment, an open book on her lap that she hadn't read in an hour. Her eyes followed little Matteo, the youngest, who was learning while playing with a dog they had adopted two months earlier.

A German Shepherd named Bruno.

The boy laughed. He laughed genuinely.

Dante appeared beside her, two cups of coffee in his hands. He sat in the chair next to her without saying a word, offering her a c
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