~ELENA~The front door burst open and my step father walks in angrily.My mother follows him inside, her eyes wide, her face pale. She clutches her purse like it might keep her safe.“Where are they?” Lorenzo’s voice is sharp enough to slice through stone.As if my step brothers are aware that he's back or knows what is about to happen, they descend the stairs almost at the same time.“I want to see you all at the interrogation room. Now” Lorenzo says, his voice deadly but calm.He strides past me without a glance, his long black coat flaring behind him like a storm cloud. My chest tightens. He already knows.Minutes later, Nico, Vincenzo, and Riccardo and I walk into the questioning room. Their faces are blank, unreadable, but the air around them buzzes with tension.Lorenzo stands behind the long oak table, not sitting, his hands pressed flat on the surface. The chandelier light catches the silver in his hair, turning it to steel. My mother hovers quietly by
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