Villa Isabella, Sabine MountainsOne week laterThe peace Elena and Dante had rebuilt was fragile, like ice in the first days of spring. They both treaded carefully, fearing that one misstep would shatter everything.That morning, the envelope arrived without a return address, like so many others.But this one was different.Elena found it in the mailbox, next to the dirt road. The paper was thick, expensive, with a red wax seal she didn't recognize. She opened it with trembling hands.Inside, an invitation.“The Moretti family is celebrating its centenary. Your presence is expected.”The date was in a week. The place, an estate in Sicily that Elena didn't know. And in the bottom corner, a handwritten note:“Bring your husband. And the child.”Elena took the invitation to Dante.He read it silently, his expression hardening.We can't go.Why?Because it's a trap.How do you know?Because the Moretti family doesn't celebrate anything. They never have. And even less so now, with most of
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