Dante ran a hand along his jaw, feeling the tension coiled in every fiber of his body. He was in his study, architectural blueprints spread across the desk, trying—and failing—to focus on the task in front of him. The architect was deep in conversation with the engineer, both absorbed in technical details, while Fabio listened intently to the foreman’s explanations.

But then, a distant voice—sweet, melodic—drifted in through the slightly open window, brushing his ears like an irresistible whisp