I looked at the bag lying in the snow. Without a moment's hesitation, I stepped over the threshold.
One step after another, I walked into the storm. I never looked back.
Domenico stood inside, watching me go. Then he slammed the door shut.
The heavy thud echoed through the snowy night.
I trudged into the snow, bent down, and picked up the duffel bag. I brushed the powder off its surface. My fingers found the bare space on my right ring finger and pressed there, briefly, before letting go.
My phone screen lit up.
It was a voice call from my brother, Russo Valente.
"Giuliana, the Valente Family convoy has entered the Capital. Half an hour, and I'll be there to take you home."
