Milan — People's Tribunal
The old Palazzo di Giustizia, once a symbol of corruption, now buzzed with unfamiliar faces: workers, students, independent journalists, mothers who had lost children to the violence of the powerful.
The people's tribunal had been established.
It was not a spectacle.
It was not revenge.
It was the restoration of dignity.
The defendants sat in worn-out chairs, their heads bowed.
Heads of racing teams, corrupt judges, bought politicians, mafia-linked businessmen.
All now reduced to the condition of mere common criminals before the very people they once ignored.
With each session, new documents surfaced — copies of the dossier Vera and Luca had risked their lives to expose.
Signatures.
Secret accounts.
Bribe lists.
The evidence was undeniable.
From her exile, Vera received clandestine reports.
Luca, still in Milan, watched from a distance, hidden among the crowd.
He felt his chest tighten with every sentence pronounced:
Life imprisonment for the masterminds of corruption.
Confiscation of assets from the involved racing teams.
Suspension of political rights for dozens of authorities.
It was a victory.
But it was also a silent farewell.
Luca knew his time there was over.
Milan was beginning a new story — and he had to step aside to protect everything they had achieved.
That night, walking through the alleys of a reborn city, Luca made his final decision.
It was time to disappear.