Silence. Rocco’s lips twitched. “Interesting start. Alexis?”
Rocco stood, slowly applauding. “Brava, Linda. You see the fracture beneath the fresco. The game has a winner.” -Roccosiffredi- Linda Sweet- Alexis Brill - Roc...
Outside, a storm began to break over the canals. Inside the Palazzo Siffredi, the only sound was the soft, inevitable click of the door as Rocco left them alone—two mirrors facing each other, forced to reflect nothing but the other’s truth. Silence
He turned to Alexis. “Your truth wasn’t the confession. Your truth was the armor you wore to deliver it. And Linda—your lie wasn’t about fear. It was about hope. You hope she doesn’t see you the way you see her.” Alexis
The two women stared at each other across the firelight. Rocco retreated to the shadows, pouring himself an aged grappa.