Mia POV
I found it on my windowsill when I woke up.
A small phone. Cheap, the kind you buy with cash and toss when you are done with it. No case, no charm, no personality. Just a plain burner with a sticky note folded over it.
I peeled the note open.
Don't tell Luca.
I stared at it for a long moment.
Then I looked at the ceiling like Dante might be up there somewhere, and I could communicate through it. This man, this loud, grinning, supposedly suspicious man, had just handed me the one thing I actually needed and told me to keep it from his brother.
I did not know what to do with Dante Ferrante.
I picked up the phone.
Rosa answered on the first ring.
Not even a full ring. Half a ring. Like she had been sitting with her phone in her hand waiting for a number she did not recognize to call her, because that was the only kind of call left that Mia Russo could make.
"Hello?" Her voice was tight. Braced.
"Rosa. It's me."
