"We have to go to Lisbon," Leo said. Determination in his voice. "I need to find what she left. Need to connect with her somehow."

Dante looked at Sienna. Silent communication. This was important. Necessary. They had to support it.

"Okay," Dante agreed. "We'll go. As a family. To Lisbon. To find whatever your mother left for you."

"When?"

"Soon. I'll call Marta. Make arrangements. We'll go next week."

Leo hugged him. Tight. Grateful. "Thank you. For keeping the letter safe. For letting me read it now instead of waiting three more years. For understanding."

"Always. You're our son. Whatever you need. We're here."

Over the next days, Dante coordinated....