Chapter 77

• The taxi wound its way along the twisting road, cutting through the Tuscan landscape as we approached the village of the Mancuso family. I sat beside Dante, trying to contain the restlessness growing inside me.
• “Does anyone know we're heading to the village?” I asked Dante, seeking some assurance that our visit wouldn't be interrupted.
• Dante turned his gaze from the road to look at me, his expression serious reflecting the gravity of the situation.