LOGINThe photograph remained on the dining room table as several people including the household staff couldn't help but steal side glances at it. Marco tried to identify the building in the background. Andre studied Lucia's handwriting while Isabella spent nearly an hour turning the photograph over in her hands, repeatedly reading the message written on the back. In the end, nobody could determine exactly what place Lucia had been referring to and the mystery lingered into the night.And by the following morning, the photograph had reignited everyone's curiosity. All through the past weeks, the family had been trying to piece together fragments of Lucia's life but it felt like every conversation seemed to reveal something new and every memory exposed another part of a story that none of them fully understood.Now that the photograph popped up, it felt like another missing piece and that meant that if one forgotten item had survived all these years, then there was a chance that others ha
Matteo's question still lingered in the room long after the conversation ended, nobody rushed to rescue Andre from it or answer for him because they also wanted to understand what it actually felt like. Eventually Matteo had been sent to bed and he didn't leave without hugging Andre and reminding him that he still hadn't received an answer.Andre had laughed at that but Lorenzo had noticed that for the rest of the evening, his brother had grown quieter, not uncomfortable or upset, he was simply thoughtful as though the question had awakened memories he usually would allow himself to remember.The following morning, Lorenzo found him sitting alone on the terrace overlooking the vineyard when Matteo had left for school, with a mug of coffee resting on the pavement beside him. The liquid had long since gone cold because Andre appeared more interested in the view than the drink. Lorenzo stood there for a while before he took an empty chair to sit down beside him. Neither man had spoken i
The conversation from the previous evening lingered long after everyone, even Andre, had gone to bed. Lorenzo found himself thinking about it the following morning while standing on the terrace with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. The vineyards stretched across the landscape beneath a pale sky, still carrying traces of dawn. Somewhere beyond those rows of vines were the places Lucia had stood. The thought returned to him repeatedly, refusing to leave.She had come back again and again. Not once. Not twice. Dozens of times.And each time she had turned away, that realization made it difficult to hold on to all the old certainties he already has. For years Lorenzo had built explanations around her absence because they were easier than questions. Anger was easier than uncertainty. Resentment was even way easier than wondering whether someone had been suffering just as much as he had.Now those explanations were beginning to crack. When he entered the dining room later that morning, he d
The image remained frozen on the monitor long after the recording had ended. Everyone stayed exactly as they were, nobody seemed eager to move. The security officer eventually glanced toward Marco, silently asking whether he should continue reviewing footage, but Marco shook his head but there was no point, they had already found what it was looking for. Lucia had been there, over and over again, year after year and somehow that truth felt heavier than any of them had expected. The security room slowly emptied out as the evening settled over the estate. The monitors were switched off one by one until only a single screen remained illuminated. Lorenzo stayed back longer than everyone else, staring at the last frozen frame before finally following the others back to the main house. Dinner that night was unusually quiet, even Matteo seemed to sense that something had changed. Normally he would have filled every silence with stories about school, Bruno's adventures, or whatever new
Early the next morning, on Marco's orders, security footage was pulled up and reviewed. Marco, now certain that there was definitely something going on, approached the task with the same relentless determination he brought to every problem because if Lucia had truly been near the estate for as long as Matteo seemed to believe, then there had to be evidence and he was going to find it.The villa's security cameras covered far more ground than most people realized. From between the main gates, the perimeter roads, the vineyards and the wooded areas surrounding the property, years of recordings had accumulated within the security system.And this made what was meant to be a simple search turn into something far more tedious. For hours on end, the monitors displayed nothing of importance. Employees came and went. Delivery trucks arrived at the gates. Rain swept across the vineyards. Gardeners worked among the hedges. Birds landed on fences. Entire afternoons passed without a single discov
The room fell silent. It wasn't the comfortable silence of a family gathering or the thoughtful pause that followed a difficult conversation, it was the kind of silence that arrived when nobody knew what to say next.Matteo, completely unaware of the storm he had just unleashed, just sat cross-legged on the living room rug with his toys scattered all around him.Andre sat frozen in his chair while Lorenzo and Isabella sat side by side near the fireplace. Marco leaned against the far wall and every pair of their eyes had settled on Matteo."What?" Matteo asked, looking at them intently oblivious of what was happening.Still, nobody answered."Why are you all looking at me like that?" He frowned.Andre was the first to recover."When you said Grandma spoke to you again..." He began gently."Uh-huh." He nodded, looking up at him"...what exactly did you mean?""What do you mean?" The boy blinked."When did she speak to you?" Andre asked, rubbing his head in exhaustion."We spoke yesterda







