Teresa hadn’t stopped shaking.She sat hunched over on the far end of the couch, clutching that old canvas satchel like it was stitched together with her last breath. Her skin was pale beneath the filth, the kind of sickly color that spoke of days without sleep, weeks without safety. Matteo stood near the door, still rigid, still unreadable, like he was waiting for her to explode into something else. Something dangerous.I draped the blanket over her shoulders and stepped back, arms crossed, heart pacing faster than I wanted to admit."Start talking," Matteo said, low, measured.Teresa’s hands fumbled with the zipper. She struggled for a second, then yanked it open with trembling fingers. A battered leather file folder slid out, swollen with documents, photographs, receipts. She laid them across the coffee table like a gambler showing her cards, like they’d be enough to buy her life.I moved closer, kneeling on the floor beside the table.The topmost sheet was a wire transfer. Huge. O
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