FLORA Time was running out. The evidence was secure, Salvatore was recovering, and my mother was resting at the private clinic under Dr. Chen's watchful eye. But the clock was ticking, both for stopping Antonio and for saving my mother's life. We gathered at Dante's penthouse for one final time to strategize. The large dining table was covered with maps of the island, including security details, layouts of the buildings, and other important information. "We can’t work with our original plan anymore," Dante said, addressing the room. “We have to tweak it a bit.” Everyone was there: Sofia, Lorenzo— whose arm was in a sling but otherwise he had recovered, Anthony, Harrison, and me. "Antonio knows we have the evidence,” Dante continued. “He'll be expecting us to make a move." "So we give him what he expects," Lorenzo said. He winced as he shifted in his chair. "But not in the way he anticipates." Dante nodded as he pointed to the map. "Lorenzo will bring me to the island as
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