Chapter 7

The name came back completely on the eve of the fifteenth. Not as a fragment. As a flood. A broken dam. A tide that swallowed the entire wasteland in a single breath. Seraphina Marchetti. The only daughter of Don Aurelio Marchetti. Marchetti. The moment that name appeared in my mind, even the air inside the Moretti estate seemed to grow heavier. I remembered. All of it. My marriage to Rafael had never been an ordinary alliance. It was the peace between two great families, Marchetti...