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The next morning, I took Luca’s passport, school forms, and medical records from the safe. He stood beside the desk, staring at the school emergency contact form.Dante’s name was listed first.Luca looked at it until his eyes turned red, then touched the number with one finger.“Mommy, can you take Daddy off?”“If I get sick at school, he won’t come anyway. The teacher can call you.”I printed a new form, removed Dante’s number, and left mine with the number of our family doctor in Sicily. Luca watched in silence.Later that morning, I went to the private airport. Our flight to Sicily was scheduled for five days later. The house, doctor, and school were ready. Dante always said New York was Luca’s home, yet Luca had spent most of his life waiting to be chosen inside it.The wedding planner called on the drive back.“Madam, the Donna ceremony is in three days. The flowers, seating plan, and dinner menu are confirmed. Do you need any changes?”It would have been the eighth wedding Dante

Luca’s fever kept climbing.He curled against me, his forehead burning while his cold fingers clutched my sleeve.“Mommy, am I going to die?”Terror closed around my chest, but I forced it down. Luca had no one else, and I could not fall apart in front of him.I held him tighter and kept my voice steady.“No. I’m getting you out.”The chapel had no signal, and the door was locked from outside. No one answered. I dragged a brass candlestick from the altar and smashed the narrow glass panel in the side door. Glass cut my wrist, but I reached through, found the latch, and unlocked it.Luca could no longer walk.I carried him through the servants’ corridor on the east side of the estate. Most of the staff had gone to the security compound. The guards who remained saw the blood on my sleeve and Luca’s flushed face, then stepped aside.Marco was waiting by the service gate.He had worked for me for years and was the only person on the estate who knew I planned to leave. The moment he saw Luc

Lucia arrived at the estate while Dante was still sitting in the room Serena and Luca had once shared.The closets were empty. Only the black gift box remained on the desk. Dante held the range badge in one hand, his thumb moving over the words engraved on the back.Lucia stopped in the doorway and softened her voice.“Dante, try not to worry. Serena was probably angry when she left with Luca. Once she calms down, she will come back.”He did not look at her.She moved closer.“Luca still had a fever, and she took him on a long flight without telling you. That was dangerous. She should have considered what the journey might do to him.”Dante finally raised his eyes.The look made Lucia stop. Her own eyes reddened at once.“I am not blaming Serena. I am worried about Luca, and I know how much this is hurting you.”Nico ran in from the hallway and noticed the gift box.“A range badge.”He reached for it, but Dante closed the lid.Nico frowned.“Uncle Dante, I want that one too. You always

I reached for the door, but Dante caught the frame before I could close it.“Serena, don’t do this.”His voice was hoarse, yet his hand stayed firm against the wood.“Let go.”“I can change.”He stepped across the threshold and pulled me into his arms before I could move back. His grip was so tight that pain shot through the wound on my wrist.“I can hand New York over to my deputies and move here. We do not have to hold the wedding. Luca does not have to enter the family business. I will give up whatever you ask.”His breathing was uneven against my ear.“Just do not leave me outside your life.”Warm moisture touched my shoulder.Dante Vitale had taken bullets without showing pain. Now he held me as though letting go would make Luca and me disappear again.For one moment, I froze.For ten years, I had waited for him to turn back, to admit Luca had been hurt, to choose us when Lucia called, and to give us a place he did not ask us to hide.Now he was finally afraid of losing us.It was

The morning after Dante left, Luca carried his first aid kit onto the terrace.Julian was reviewing his temperature chart when Luca asked, “Can I become a doctor when I grow up?”“You can, but it takes years of study.”“I can do that.”Luca arranged the bandages into neat rows.“Doctors save people when they are sick. Then they do not have to be afraid or wait for someone to unlock a door.”I rested a hand on his shoulder. More than a month had passed, but part of him was still trapped behind that door.“You can become anything you choose.”He looked at Julian. “Then I will become a better doctor than Uncle Julian.”Julian handed him the stethoscope. “Learn to use this first.”Luca laughed.From then on, Julian taught him simple first aid whenever he visited. He never dismissed Luca or promised a lesson he could not give. Luca learned to measure blood pressure, record temperatures, and perform chest compressions on a training mannequin.His nightmares slowly stopped. Eventually, he sle