Two full days passed. During that time, Dante Bellandi buried himself in his affairs—endless meetings, negotiations demanding his attention, decisions that could not wait. He hadn’t gone to see Svetlana even once. He didn’t seek her out, nor request her presence. His mind was trapped in the whirlwind that Enzo, his brother, had become. A child. A problem. A threat.

He had no energy left to face anyone else. Least of all her.

So when the first rays of sunlight lit up the morning, he took refuge