CITY OF CATANIA, SICILY, ITALY.
(SALVATORE'S POV)
The line goes dead.
My fingers loosen around the phone as I lower it and it falls onto the glass side table beside me.
I drag a hand down my face, then I just sit there for a moment without moving.
Raffaele's voice is still inside my head, weaker than I've ever heard it in all the years that I've raised him.
There's a chance my eldest son might never be able to use his right arm again.
Then my youngest…
He nearly died.
I finally got the ruby necklace back. But look at what it cost.
The soft clink of glass pulls me out of my thoughts.
I turn my head to look at Francesca.
She's sitting across from me with one leg crossed over the other and a glass of red wine in her hand. She watches me over the rim as she takes a slow sip.
She lowers the glass.
"I told you to let those rubies go," she says, her voice calm.
I place my elbows on the armrests, clasping my fingers together.
