"The Order of Prince Henry." Dante stared at the document. "Portugal's highest civilian honor. For humanitarian contribution. For philanthropic work. For. For transforming from criminal to. To this. To recognized. To honored. To. To legitimate."

"You deserve it," Sienna said. Reading over his shoulder. "Everything you've built. Everything you've changed. Everything you've become. You deserve recognition. You deserve acknowledgment. You deserve this."

"We deserve this. Not me. Us. You transformed me. The family transformed me. The choice to be different. To build different. To become different. That wasn't me alone. That was us. Together. Always together."

The ceremony. Scheduled three months later. Presidential palace. Lisbon. Grand. Formal. Prestigious. Everything Dante...