Chapter 8 - She Came Back After Fifteen Years Carrying the Ledger Everyone Wanted
Sofia arrived before dawn.
She wore a cheap blue jacket and held a canvas bag against her chest.
She was older than I expected, with a white streak through her dark hair.
When she saw me, she covered her mouth.
“You look like Antonio.”
I had waited years to hear somebody say that without pity.
We sat in the kitchen while the house slept.
Sofia placed a notebook on the table.
Its pages were filled with dates, initials, and payments.
“I worked in the dispatch office,” she said.
“Your father discovered shipments leaving under false safety certifications.”
“Why didn't he go to the police?”
“He did.”
I stared at her.
“The complaint disappeared.”
Sofia pointed to a payment entry.
The recipient was a city inspector.
“He told me to hide the ledger. Then the platform collapsed.”
I pressed my palm against the table.
“Did he know it would happen?”
“He knew someone might try to frighten him.”
She swallowed.
“He didn't know they'd try to kill him.”
I couldn't speak.
Alessio entered quietly.
Sofia stiffened at the sight of him.
“I'm not my uncle,” he said.
“Then prove it.”
He pulled up a chair.
“Tell me everything.”
She opened the ledger to the final page.
A series of payments had been authorized through a shell company.
The initials were V.M.
Vittorio Moretti.
Below them sat a second signature.
M. Moretti.
Marco.
Alessio stared at the page.
He looked suddenly older.
“Marco was eighteen when this began,” he said.
“Old enough to know,” Sofia replied.
I watched his hands tighten against the wheels.
I knew what it meant to discover that family loyalty had been used as a weapon.
He turned to me.
“I'll give this to the authorities.”
“Even if it destroys your family?”
“Especially then.”
At the doorway, Valentina had been listening.
Tears shone in her eyes.
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“Your father deserved better,” she told me.
For once, nobody tried to make the truth smaller.
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