The day bled into dusk without ceremony.The sky over Geneva turned a shade too dark too soon, like even the clouds knew what was coming. Inside the villa, everything looked the same — polished floors, tall windows, manicured stillness — but the energy had shifted. Siena felt it first. Not through sight, but instinct. The way animals sensed a storm before the first crack of thunder.Adriano hadn’t said much since the last security report.He was pacing now. Not his usual calculated stride, but short, sharp turns across the hallway outside Lucia’s room. A man rehearsing outcomes he couldn’t control.Siena sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her daughter’s hair with trembling fingers. Lucia slept deeply, worn out from medication, cheeks flushed with warmth that Siena kept telling herself was healing, not fever.But even that lie began to crack when she heard the first gunshot.It wasn’t close. Not yet. But it was real. Echoing in the distance like a starting bell.She froze.Adriano st
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