Chapter 47

“I’ve only lived away all this time, Lorenzo. But the code of silence is part of me—how could I forget?” “Good to know. Good that you never forget.” “Surprised?” “Satisfied.” “But tell me—when I went to London, were you in Sicily? I mean, in December of that year?” She sips another drink while tasting her meal. “Why so interested in that month specifically?” “It was my last here. I remember little, actually. My father was stressed and couldn’t handle a pre-teen. One night I had an accident and…” She pauses and smiles. “He sent me away so I could recover at the boarding school.” I remember the so-called accident, which everyone knows was a beating. The information came in the first report sent by my father’s soldiers. I didn’t care at the time—not about the girl, but about the affron