“I know my grandfather worked at Sullivan’s Diner for forty years,” I said, looking directly at Silvio.

Silvio’s eyebrows rose slightly.

“Your grandfather?” he asked. “Who was he?”

“Thomas Kelly,” I said.

A brief silence fell over the room, broken only by the steady drum of rain against the leaded glass windows.

Silvio looked at me with a new expression, one of quiet recognition.

“Thomas was a good man,” Silvio said slowly. “He kept many secrets for the Romano family.”

“He kept the most important one,” I said.

Leo stepped forward, his face flushing red.

“This is nonsense,” Leo said. “We don’t have time for family history lessons. Sign the paper, Clara.”

He used my name like a threat.

I looked down at the document on the desk.

If I signed it, Leo would have the legal right to take everything, including the twins.

If I didn’t sign it, I wasn’t sure any of us would leave this library alive.

“I need to check his bandage again,” I said, dropping the pen onto the desk.

“You just checked it,” Leo said, his voice rising.