The echo of the door clicking shut still vibrated against the walls of Salvi’s office when he suddenly stood up.The chair screeched violently as it was shoved back, hitting the wall behind him.For a few seconds, only the sound of his rage-filled breathing filled the room.His chest rose and fell as if he had just run a marathon.He looked at the envelope. He didn’t touch it.The photo of Grazia—his daughter—was still there, pinned like a dagger.Her childlike face, so much like his own, so pure, so unaware of the hell closing in around her.Then he shifted his gaze to the corner of the desk, where a photo of Cassandra, his legal wife, sat.She smiled in a garden full of lavender, holding onto his arm as if they were truly happy.— “Goddamn it!” — Salvi growled, and with a sweeping motion, cleared the surface of the desk, sending papers, pens, and his coffee mug crashing to the floor.The rage devo
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