Silvio reached out and took the papers from my hand, his rough fingers tracing the embossed seal.

“This is the registry for the hospital in South Boston,” Silvio murmured, reading the text.

“Read the names of the parents on the second sheet,” I said.

Leo made a movement toward Silvio, but the guard near the door clicked his safety off, stopping Leo in his tracks.

“It says Clara Kelly,” Silvio read aloud, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Mother: Elena Romano.”

A collective murmur went through the captains in the room.

“Elena,” one of the older men by the window whispered. “Dominic’s sister.”

“She died twenty-four years ago,” Silvio said, looking up at me, his eyes searching my face.

“She died giving birth to me,” I said. “And Thomas Kelly took me in to keep me safe from the war that killed her.”

I pointed a finger at Leo.

“Leo knew,” I said. “He found the records three weeks ago.”

“That’s a lie!” Leo shouted, his voice cracking. “She’s trying to steal the estate!”