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It moves me more deeply than I can explain.

I lean down and kiss her softly.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Who would’ve thought something so tiny could drain so much energy from me?”

A smile escapes me despite myself.

I bend down to kiss her stomach before stretching out half against her, my head resting just above her abdomen.

And for the first time in a long while, something inside me finally comes to rest.

I’m home.

We stay like that for long minutes without speaking, simply savoring the quiet warmth of the moment.

“I stopped by the caterer on the way back. Are you hungry?”

“What did you order?”

“Something light… paella.”

A spontaneous laugh escapes her.

And in that exact moment, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

53. Falco

Dante

Friday, January 20

Andrea joins us around six in the evening.

We gather around the table with Mara and Stephen.

“I’ve got news,” he announces. “Yasin managed to trace Cain on the dark web.”

For a few seconds, nobody speaks.

Andrea slides several sheets across the table toward us. Messages. Wire transfers. And right in the middle of it all—a photo of Valeria.

Fuck.

Something dark twists inside me.

“Where did this come from?” Valeria asks in a pale voice.

“Archives from an extremely secure underground platform.”

His finger stops on one line.

“Right here—you’ve got the transaction amount. Five hundred thousand euros.”

Something explodes violently inside me.

They valued my wife’s life at five hundred thousand euros.