“I am not a nobody,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

Every eye in the room turned to me.

I pulled the papers out of my jacket and held them up in the dim light of the desk lamp.

The gold seals on the documents caught the light, gleaming against the yellowed parchment.

“What is that?” Silvio asked, his brow furrowing as he looked at the official stamp.

“These are the original birth certificates,” I said. “The ones Leo tried to burn when he cleaned out my father’s apartment.”

Leo’s face drained of color.

“She’s lying,” Leo said, but his voice lacked its previous strength. “Those are fakes.”

“My father was Thomas Kelly,” I said, looking directly at Silvio. “The man who kept the books for the Romano family for forty years.”

Silvio’s eyes widened slightly, his grip on his gun tightening. “Thomas didn’t have a daughter.”

“He had me,” I said. “And he kept me hidden to protect me from people like Leo.”

I stepped forward, holding the papers out toward Silvio.

“Look at the dates, Silvio,” I said. “And look at the second document.”