I can't do this.
The thought cuts through everything. Sharp. Devastating.
I can't do this.
Bruno's body shakes against mine. Silent sobs he's trying to hide.
"Is there anything left?" Bruno's voice is rough. Broken. "Anything we can?—"
He can't finish the sentence.
I shake my head.
"The bomb." The words taste like ash. "It detonated when Lorenzo was close enough. Our cleaning team found?—"
I stop.
Bruno pulls back. His eyes search my face.
"Found what?"
"Pieces." The word comes out flat. Clinical. "Body pieces. Everywhere."
Bruno closes his eyes.
His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists at his sides.
"Alejandro." He says the name like a curse. "I'm going to find him. I'm going to tear him apart with my bare hands."
I nod.
"We will." The lie slides out smooth. Easy. "Together."
Bruno opens his eyes. Studies me.
For a moment, I think he sees it. The truth. The betrayal hiding behind my grief.
But he just nods.
"Go to Sophia." He steps aside. "She needs—" His voice breaks. "She needs everyone right now."
I climb the stairs.
I hear crying. Multiple voices.
I stop in the doorway.
The room is chaos.
Sophia lies on the bed, curled into a ball. Her body shakes with sobs. Marina sits beside her, holding her, stroking her hair.
Marina looks up.
Her eyes find mine.
"Dante."
She's off the bed before I can react. Running toward me. Throwing herself into my arms.
