The convoy of black SUVs sped silently through the sleeping city.
From the tinted window, Alessia Romano watched the familiar streets pass by. Seven years had changed the skyline, but not the memories. Every corner reminded her of the life she had lost—the cafés where she had laughed with her father, the cathedral where her mother had been buried, and the bridge where Don Vittorio had once promised, "No matter what happens, you'll always have a home."
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