Reclaiming My Path
Now, I realized some stains simply couldn’t be washed away, like the seeds of disaster he planted back when Giovanna’s lies blinded him.
“What exactly happened?” I set the telegram on the table and poured myself a glass of water. The cold rim helped clear my head.
Mark pulled up a chair and lowered his voice. “After he went to Sicily, he did help your father with cleaning up the mess Giovanna left behind, and he caught two of her remaining associates. But last week, when he went to the port to settle old scores, he was recognized by people connected to Giovanna’s uncle. They were hiding after her downfall, waiting to get revenge on Enzo for exposing her schemes. They handed over records of t