Dante called Isabella immediately. "The letter. About the secret project. What did my mother tell you? What was she working on?"

"Can we meet? In person? This isn't something I can explain over the phone."

They met at a café. Isabella brought files. Documents. Records carefully preserved for three decades.

"Your mother was an artist. But she was also pragmatic. Thoughtful. She understood struggle. How hard it is for artists to survive. To create while paying bills. Feeding families. Existing in a world that doesn't value art."

"She wanted to help?"

"More than help. She wanted to change the system. Create opportunities. Support for emerging artists who had talent but...