Villa Isabella, Montes SabinosThree weeks laterSummer was drawing to a close.Elena was in the garden, pruning red roses—always red now—when the car appeared on the dirt road. She recognized it immediately. Dante's black Maserati, but it wasn't Dante behind the wheel.It was Marco.Beside him, Luca.And in the back seat, a figure Elena never expected to see again.Enzo.Elena put down her shears, wiped her hands on her pants, and walked toward them with a determined stride. She didn't know what to feel: anger, relief, fear, hope. All mixed in a knot in her stomach.Marco got out first. "Elena.""Marco." Her voice was neutral. "What's he doing here?""He has something to tell you." Marco opened the back door.Enzo got out slowly. He was dressed casually: jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers, not the prison uniform Elena had expected. He was thinner and paler, but his gray eyes were still the same."Hello, Elena."Elena didn't answer."I got out of prison a week ago." Enzo took a step forwa
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