Milan — First light of day
The sound of footsteps thundered through the narrow corridor.
Vera clutched the wrapped dossier tightly against her chest. Her eyes burned with fear and fury. Luca, standing in front of her, knew their time was up.
Without a word, he turned.
And sprinted back down the corridor — toward the approaching shadows.
"LUCA!" Vera screamed, but he was already too far to hear.
Luca had no weapon.
No plan.
Only his body, his courage — and the certainty that if he died here,
it would be for something that finally mattered.
As the first men rounded the corner, Luca hurled himself into them.
Impact.
Shouts.
The dull thud of bodies slamming against the walls.
Vera froze for a heartbeat. Hot tears blurred her vision.
Then she moved.
She found a low, shattered window.
Ignoring the shards cutting into her hands, she scrambled through.
Falling onto the other side — an abandoned courtyard.
Without looking back, she ran.
She ran between crumbling alleys, the dossier pressed against her chest.
She ran for Luca.
She ran for Alessio Bardi.
She ran for herself.
She ran for the truth.
Behind her, the sounds of the struggle grew weaker — fading into the mist.
But Vera knew:
Luca had chosen sacrifice.
And now, it was up to her to make his sacrifice worth it.
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