Late into the night, his phone vibrated.
They had found them.
Three men.
All working under his name.
All claiming they thought it was acceptable.
Rocco stepped outside again, the rain now lighter, almost gone, like the storm had passed but left its mark behind.
This was the second moment.
Another choice.
Because what he did next would define more than just those men.
It would define him.
He could follow the path he had always known, the one that kept his reputation intact, the one that ensured no one would ever question him again.
Or he could break that pattern.
Inside, Emma had fallen asleep, her head resting against her mother’s arm, finally at peace for the first time in days.
