The private elevator finally sounded at two in the morning.By the time Dante entered the dining room, dinner had gone cold and only two small pieces of cake were missing. Leo’s birthday hat sat on an empty chair, while the card that had once been placed at Dante’s seat was already tucked away.“Is Leo asleep?”“He went to bed at ten thirty.”Dante glanced at the clock.“I’m sorry. Men connected to Camilla’s former husband were seen outside the club, and security needed time to confirm who they were.”“You could have called.”“I forgot.”The messages I had sent were still sitting unread in our conversation. I did not ask what, exactly, he had forgotten.Instead, I slid the attorney’s packet across the table. Beneath the routing sheet were two marked pages: one for the divorce and custody settlement, the other for Leo’s travel authorization.For six years, school forms, household authorizations, and private family documents had passed through my hands. Dante had grown used to signing th
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