She looks so different, but she's still the same as she's always been. It almost feels like I'm staring at my own reflection. I try not to notice the purple bruise on her cheekbone. Or the tears in her defiant eyes. Or the jagged scar that runs down the entire right side of her face, sparing her eye.
And then the screen turns black.
I see my own reflection, so similar to my twin sister's.
"I wish I could turn back time," I say. "I wish I could have changed the events of that night."
Enzo doesn't say anything. He squeezes my shoulder.
His own hand shakes with quiet rage.
“We’re not going to stop until all of them are free, Dante,” he tells me. “We worked too hard. We came too far. We’re not going to give up until every single one of them is free.”
I nod. It's important that I remember why I'm doing this. I can't get swept away by things I cannot change.
I have to focus only on what I can do now.
I stare up at the night sky. I can make out every star in the sky, a constant reminder that this is so much bigger than me.
"I thought I would feel happier than this," I say, blinking back tears.
"It's a lot to take in," Enzo says.
"I've waited so long to hear these words," I say. "I always assumed it would be the happiest day of my life. I don't know why I feel even worse."
"Because it became real. We know for sure now that Ida has been kept in captivity for all these years," he says.
I'm not a sentimental man. I don't let my emotions control me. But tonight, all I want to do is break down. I have an endless well of sadness inside me, and all of it demands to be felt right now.
"I get these waves of melancholy sometimes," I say. "I can't explain how, but I know it's not my own. I know that what I’m feeling is my sister’s emotions.”
"People say twins often have a special connection," he says.
"We weren't close growing up, but she's always been a part of me," I say. "Even after she was taken, I felt her energy. I had no clue where she was or what she was going through, but I knew she was out there."
Enzo lights a cigarette. I watch the smoke curl as it leaves his lips.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, man," I say. "Thank you...for everything."
"Don't thank me yet," he says. "There's still a lot of work left for us to do."
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” I say. “The Don said something over dinner last night.”
“What does that man want now?” Enzo sighs.
“He said that he would give me the names of my parents' killers," I say.
“But he wants something in return?" Enzo guesses.
"He wants me to find theCosa Nostraprincess," I say.
"And you're going to assign that fun little task to me, aren't you?" Enzo says.
"I know I'm asking for a lot, but..."
"I'll see what I can do," Enzo says. "Don't worry about it."
Enzo and I have a mutual understanding. We know each other's strengths and weaknesses. He's good at hacking and extracting information. I'm good at interrogation and getting my hands dirty.
