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Viola POV“What do you know?”I set down my pen.Camilla leaned back, as though only then realizing what she had said.“I just mean you’ve known him for so many years. It’s easy for you to soften toward him.”“That wasn’t my question.”She avoided my eyes.From the doorway, the adviser reminded me that ten minutes had passed and asked whether I wanted to continue.“Yes,” I said.He opened the second document box. Inside were my father’s private notebooks, several expense receipts, and letters collected from his old office.Camilla didn’t leave.She sat there, watching me check each item. She hadn’t touched her coffee.As I reached the last notebook, a clinic visitor’s pass slipped from between the pages.I caught it.My father’s name was printed on it. The date was two days before the accident.“St. Alban’s Private Clinic,” I read aloud. “That’s where you used to go for treatment.”Camilla reached for it.“That might be mine.”I held the card down, then turned it over to show her the f

Viola POVI had once waited for those words.During my first few months in Paris, I had even imagined explanations for him. Someone had forced him. My father had left some requirement. Perhaps the wedding had never happened at all.Eventually, I stopped letting myself think about it.Whatever reason I invented for him, he was still wearing a wedding band, and I wasn’t beside him.“Then why?” I asked.“After Marco died, several of the men in charge wanted to divide up the North Harbor business again. Your grandfather agreed to support me taking over, on the condition that I marry into the Bellanti family. He wanted them to believe I wouldn’t walk away once I had control of the accounts and the power.”“So you chose Camilla.”“Yes. Victor was already approaching her, trying to get Marco’s papers through her. I thought keeping her close would let me keep him away and continue investigating the accounts.”“Did she know?”“She knew why we were getting married. Before the wedding, I told her

Viola POVI set the note on the table and kept reading.The payments my father had circled were accompanied by summary sheets submitted by Ricci’s office. At the bottom of each sheet were the words “Checked and verified.”But my father had written beside them:“Summary figures only. No original supporting documents.”The next page recorded his request to examine the original warehouse receiving ledger.Warehouse Seven.I stared at the number for a long time.That was where my father had died.“Did he go to the warehouse for this ledger?”Alessandro sat across the table.“These papers show that he had requested a check before going there. Who arranged his final visit, and who he intended to meet, still needs to be established.”I checked the dates again.The papers had been sent a few days before the accident. My father had still been alive, still telling me he could come and see my final course project that weekend.He hadn’t told me he no longer trusted the reports marked “Checked and

Viola POV“What did he say?”I tightened my grip on the phone and waited.A door closed at the other end. Camilla seemed to have moved somewhere else. When she spoke again, her voice was low.“He said I’d been on medication at the time and couldn’t remember a lot of things. That I shouldn’t put anything in writing unless I was sure.”“What else?”She was silent for a long time.“He said if we really wanted to find out what happened at the clinic, we couldn’t just look into Dad. He asked whether I thought Nicholas would keep cleaning up after me forever.”I picked up my pen and wrote down her words.“Keep his call records. Don’t delete any messages, and don’t meet him alone.”Camilla didn’t agree.“I want to see you.”“You can come to the hotel. I’ll let reception know.”After hanging up, I told Alessandro what had happened and messaged the adviser, asking him to keep the written account Camilla had already submitted.“Is she willing to correct it?” Alessandro asked.“I don’t know. She

Viola POVI looked at her. It took a long time before I spoke.“Because Dad was still in the temporary crypt.”Camilla’s lips moved.“I came to bring him home.”I turned the photograph on the table toward her.My father stood beside my restored work. He wore a dark suit, his coat damp from the rain. His smile bore little resemblance to the fearsome Don everyone else knew.“After I landed, I went to the cemetery first. I didn’t go to your home. I didn’t ask whether you and Nicholas were happy.”My voice began to shake.“But you keep asking whether I’m still unable to let him go. As though having any feelings left means I came back to steal your husband.”Camilla looked at the photograph without answering.“I did love him.”Saying it hurt more than I expected.“You don’t need to remind me. I remember better than anyone.”I took a tissue but didn’t immediately wipe my eyes.“When he said my name at the airport, I still knew his voice. When he bought flowers for my father, it still hurt. T