Lorenzo's POVDante went quiet on the line for a second too long. "You want me to bring my mother's name into a room with the man who might be my brother. You understand what you're asking.""I'm asking you to hear the truth with people who aren't going to let it destroy you," I said. "Alone, it breaks you. Together, we survive it. That's the only math I trust anymore.""Fine." His voice was rough. "Give me an hour. I need to find him first — he's not going to make that easy.""He wants to be found," I said. "That's the whole point of the note. Men like that don't disappear when they want a conversation. They disappear when they want you chasing them into a place they've already chosen.""Cheerful," Dante muttered, and hung up.Jovan was watching me from across the room, arms wrapped around himself, still pale from the night before, still moving carefully like his own body had become something unfamiliar overnight."You should call the doctor," I said gently. "Before any of this. Get
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