Renzo, silent and blank, stood slightly behind him.
“We’re already sweeping CCTV and pulling access logs. We’ll trace exactly how they got in,” Ciro chirped, calm but precise.
I dragged a hand over my face, breathing hard.
Thinking.
Too fast.
Too many things colliding at once.
“Is the baby alive?” I demanded suddenly, my voice tight. “The baby—was the baby taken too?”
Ciro answered without hesitation.
“No.”
A pause.
“The baby’s in the ICU.”
Another pause.
“Stable. But critical.”
Relief and grief crashed into me simultaneously, so violently that I staggered.
For a second—I thought I might be sick.
My hand pressed to the wall again.
Steadying myself.
Only one man would dare touch Elena again: Matteo.
Months ago, I’d taken both his legs after he kidnapped her.
I could have ended him then, but spared him for Violet.
Now, there would be no mercy.
I exhaled sharply and pulled out my phone, already dialing as I jerked my chin toward Ciro.
“Take me to the ICU. Now.”
Ciro turned without argument, leading the way.
Renzo followed behind us, silent.
The phone rang.
Once. Twice.
Then—
“Orsini.”
Matteo’s voice came through on the third ring.
