Chapter 3 - The Brother I Trusted Had Been Wearing My Son’s RingNico was gone before we reached his house.
His safe had been emptied.
His passport was missing.
His cars were gone.
But he had made one mistake.
He left behind a photograph.
A photograph of Mateo as a child.
Beside it was a hospital bracelet.
My son's name was printed across it.
MATTEO MORETTI — AGE 7
I stared at it.
Why would Nico keep it?
Then I found the second bracelet.
It belonged to a newborn.
LEONARDO ROSSI.
My hands began shaking.
Dominic looked at me.
“Boss.”
“Call every hospital in the city.”
“What are we looking for?”
“Records connected to those two names.”
Hours later, we found something.
A pediatrician.
Dr. Adrian Vale.
He had treated a boy matching Mateo's age for three years.
The patient was listed under another surname.
Luca Romano.
I stared at the file.
The photograph attached to it showed a teenage boy.
Dark curls.
Brown eyes.
Same chin.
Same birthmark.
My knees nearly gave out.
“He's alive.”
Dominic nodded.
“But where?”
The address led us to an old private boarding school outside the city.
When we arrived, the headmaster refused to speak.
Until I placed a photograph of Mateo on his desk.
Then he started crying.
“I knew this day would come.”
I whispered,
“Where is my son?”
“He left yesterday.”
“Where?”
The headmaster handed me a note.
May you like
Only four words were written.
He went to find Leo.
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