The meeting took place in a federal courthouse interview room.Nico entered without a suit, watch, or family ring. The gray detention uniform made him look like any other defendant. A healing scar disappeared beneath his ribs, and the old wound in his shoulder pulled slightly when he sat across from me.For years, rooms had changed when Nico Valenti entered them. Men lowered their voices. Doors opened. Decisions waited for his approval.This time, a marshal closed the door behind him and remained outside.Nico looked at me for a long moment. “Thank you for coming.”“The prosecutor said you wanted to speak before entering your plea.”He nodded, then placed a small evidence envelope on the table. Inside was the black diamond ring.“I carried it after you left.”I did not touch the envelope.“I used to think it proved you belonged to me,” he continued. “Then I told myself it proved we still had a future. It only proves that I heard you end our engagement and decided your decision did not
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