Silence lingered inside the private suite.
The city lights of Velmora glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but Aria barely noticed them.
Her entire world had been turned upside down.
She had arrived expecting answers.
Instead...She had discovered she still had family.
A grandfather.One who had been searching for her for years.
She slowly looked down at the old photograph still resting in her hands.
Her mother...She looked so happy.So alive.
For a brief moment, Aria allowed herself to imagine what life would have been like if none of it had happened.
If her parents had lived...If there had been no Mafia.A tear silently rolled down her cheek.
Marco Ricci watched her quietly.
His own eyes carried decades of regret.
He wanted to embrace her.
To tell her that everything would be alright.
But he knew...he had no such right.Not yet.
Finally...
Aria carefully placed the photograph back on the table.
