เข้าสู่ระบบOn New Year's Eve, a bright aurora lit up the sky over Lapland.Warm yellow string lights glowed in front of my cabin. Elsa had come with her daughter, and a few friendly neighbors from town had gathered in my yard too. Venison and sausages sizzled in the big fireplace, and the long table was loaded with berry pies and steaming mulled wine.Leo, wearing the thick red-and-white sweater I'd knitted for him, was chasing the neighbors' little girl around a big snowman. Snowball bounded happily through the snow, and laughter rang out under the quiet night sky."Happy New Year, Helena!" Elsa handed me a glass of mulled wine spiced with cinnamon and raised her own with a smile. "To our new, independent lives!""Happy New Year. To freedom." I clinked my glass against hers. The sweet, warm wine slid down my throat and chased away the winter cold.Then the night sky suddenly changed.A band of green slowly unfurled across the deep blue, and ribbons of purple and pale red rippled above the snowfi
Once winter set in, it snowed in Rovaniemi almost every day.The city plowed the roads leading to the school early every morning, and the neighbors had gotten into the habit of spreading grit outside their doors.The owner of the general store mentioned now and then that Dante was picking up temp work at the logging camp and on the town's snow crew. But he had never come near my cabin again.When I heard that, all I said was, "Okay."Keeping his distance was the only thing he could still get right.One weekend evening, on my way home from the supermarket, I saw Dante again by the bus stop.He was even thinner than he'd been a year before. His hands were covered in chilblains and calluses from hard work.When he saw me coming, he stepped back to the side of the road so he wouldn't be in my way.I walked past him with Snowball."Helena..."His voice, low and uncertain, came to me on the wind.I stopped, but I didn't turn around."Are you and Leo... okay? How have his allergies and asthma
Dante didn't go back to New York right away.But he respected the notice and never showed up near the cabin uninvited again.A year later, the Finnish morning news ran a follow-up on the Falcone Group case.The federal fraud and arms trafficking investigations, along with key allies pulling their money, had forced the Falcone Group into bankruptcy restructuring. Its legitimate businesses had been taken over, and its underground network had fallen apart.The Falcone family's power, once built on Moretti support, had vanished from the heart of New York for good.Another court report said Camila Cruz had pleaded guilty and been sentenced to a long prison term for money laundering, arms trafficking, identity fraud, and attempted murder. In the footage, federal marshals led her in handcuffs to a waiting transport van.I turned off my tablet and spread fresh blueberry jam on my toast.Leo was gulping down his milk. Outside, the sun was bright on the snow that covered the yard."Mom, is anybo
The moment Dante saw Leo, he went rigid. Regret and pain twisted his face until he looked like he might come apart."Leo..." Dante pulled a gift box from inside his coat. "It's the model airplane you wanted for your birthday. I know it's way too late."Leo kept his distance and stayed by my side.He let go of the leash and pulled a small box wrapped in a silk scarf out of his down jacket pocket.Inside were the broken strings and splinters he had gathered up the day the violin was smashed.The little boy walked down the steps, one at a time, right up to Dante, and held the box out to him with both hands."I'm giving this back to you." Leo set the box down next to the violin case.Dante looked at him. "Leo, will you call me Dad, just once?"Leo shook his head. "You weren't there for me on my birthday. And the night of the storm, you left us behind too. I don't want to go back to New York with you right now.""I know." Dante stayed where he was and didn't reach for him again. "I'll go al
On the day of the winter festival, Dante never got out of the car. That night, he found the cabin using the public business address my lawyer had passed along. But he didn't ring the bell. He waited in the snow until dawn.In the morning, I opened the front door to shovel the snow off the steps and froze at what I saw.Someone was slumped on his knees in the snow outside.Dante had been waiting out there a long time, his black coat crusted with frost. He was holding a long case wrapped in thick velvet, and his lips had turned purple from the cold.When he saw me open the door, his bloodshot eyes lit up, just barely.He tried to get up, but his legs had gone numb from the cold. He stumbled and fell in the snow."Helena... I found you... Helena..."I stood on the top step and looked down at him, my face showing nothing."Can I help you, Mr. Falcone?"That cold, distant "Mr. Falcone" brought tears to Dante's eyes."I'm sorry, Helena," he said hoarsely. "Camila isn't my sister. The real So
Dante's POV:Dante swept the report onto the floor, then called in his lawyer and his security team.He didn't go after Camila right away. First, he sent copies of the investigation files and the estate's security footage to the federal prosecutor and arranged for agents to come make the arrest.Once everything was in place, he took his security men and pushed open Camila's door.Camila was packing up her jewelry. When she saw Dante and the security men behind him, the color left her face. "What's going on, big brother?""Don't call me that."The real Sofia died 15 years ago." Dante threw the report down in front of her. "Your name is Camila Cruz, isn't it?"When Camila saw the report and the arrest notice, she knew her cover was blown.She dropped the timid act."You're only figuring this out now?" Camila sneered. "I'm just a pawn the Cruz family planted here."I'm not the only one who wrecked this home," she said, staring at Dante. "Helena put the proof right in front of you, and eve







