Chapter 13
I called the senior capos together the next morning.
Helena objected.
“This is humiliating.”
I looked at her.
“You were comfortable with humiliation when Nora was the only one carrying it.”
She went silent.
I laid out the truth.
The diverted support.
The forged letter.
The false death story.
The paternity report.
The blocked gate instruction.
The hidden gifts.
Nobody spoke for several minutes.
Then one capo asked:
“You did all this without Roman knowing?”
Helena looked at him.
“I kept the organization stable.”
He frowned.
“With his child’s money?”
Her expression hardened.
“She was provided for.”
Nora laughed once.
I looked around the table.
“My daughter wore a cardigan with repaired cuffs while men in this room accepted monthly favors purchased from her support.”
Three men lowered their eyes.
Good.
No speeches from them.
Shame should not always be given the microphone.
One older capo spoke.
“Helena told us Sophie might not be yours.”
I placed the paternity report on the table.
“She knew otherwise.”
That changed the room.
Lying to me was one thing.
Using bloodline uncertainty to manipulate the family was another.
Helena saw the shift.
“You’re all cowards.”
Nobody answered.
She looked at me.
“You think they suddenly respect Nora?”
“I don’t care.”
That surprised her.
“I care whether they obey you.”
“No.”
I leaned forward.
“That is exactly the problem.”
Silence.
“I don’t need men who laugh when you laugh and doubt when you tell them to doubt.”
Helena’s face tightened.
“I need men capable of noticing when something makes no sense.”
Sophie had done that naturally.
Adults had trained themselves out of it.
I looked around.
“My mother did not hide a child alone.”
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Pause.
“She hid her because too many people found it easier not to ask.”
