“What is it?”
“When the Donna was clearing out her studio,” Maria said, her voice low, “she left every piece of jewelry you ever gave her.”
Caius’s heart skipped a beat.
“All of it?”
“Yes, Don. Including… including her wedding ring.”
The wedding ring.
The one he had placed on her finger himself.
She had taken it off.
“She also said…” Maria hesitated again. “She said she wouldn’t take a single thing that belongs to the Falcieri family.”
Just then, frantic footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Tony, one of his most trusted capos, burst into the room.
“Don!” he choked out, his face ghost-white. “The Donna’s plane. It went down in the mountains. We lost contact. They’ve… they’ve found the wreckage.”
He took a ragged breath, his voice cracking.
“Don… there were no survivors.”
