Chapter 27: I don't want to let you go free

CHIARA P.O.V.

The atmosphere changed in an instant. I think my question rang a disturbing bell in the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant. I saw Wolfgang avert his gaze to the window, his jaw tensing slightly. The caramel color of his eyes darkened, becoming dangerous and deep. A feeling came over me that I had struck a chord with her, a door that perhaps I shouldn't have.

I almost decided to take it back and tell him that he didn't need to answer, that he didn't have to tell me. But before I could raise my hands, his eyes met mine, and his voice, firm and direct, broke the silence that had settled between us.

“It was Aldo," he said, without pause. His tone controlled, though a shadow seemed to lurk in his words. “My mother and grandmother were killed by Aldo.”

My hands instinctively rose to my mouth, stifling an exclamation. I stared at him in disbelief, stunned by his words. Suddenly, my heart seemed to pound in my temples, as if I had been given my father's death a second time, a