And one sealed letter from Catherine.
Addressed to Nathan.
Never opened.
Because Raymond had promised her he would only deliver it if Nathan asked specifically whether the house itself could be making the boys sick.
For two years, Nathan had asked every medical question imaginable.
Except that one.
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PART 3
Victoria Duca arrived from London forty-eight hours later.
No private jet drama.
No line of assistants.
One black suitcase.
One wool coat.
A face that looked enough like Alessandro’s that I knew who she was before anyone introduced us.
She was forty-eight, six years older than him.
Her hair was dark with silver at the temples.
Where Alessandro tended to fill a room with stillness, Victoria filled it with attention.
She noticed everything.
The new childcare-policy binder on the side table.
Carlo’s changed office title.
