Chapter 7: Enough
Matteo slammed his hand against the table so hard tea splashed over the cup.
“You think you’re clever?”
“No,” I replied calmly. “I know I am.”
That night, I sent the final scan to Ruth.
Her reply came eight minutes later.
Enough.
The next morning, I went to my bank, my doctor, and the police station.
By evening, Ruth had filed emergency financial protections and prepared a civil fraud complaint. My doctor documented stress concerns related to coercion. My bank froze suspicious transfers pending investigation.
Then I made one more call.
To Vittorio Bellini.
Matteo’s grandfather.
The family treated him like an old, tired man easily managed from his villa on Lake Como. They spoke about him as though he were furniture with a pulse.
What they did not know was that Vittorio had emailed me for years, asking me to review charity accounts.
He knew exactly who I was. Continue Reading ⬇️