Chapter 10: Everything That Remained
The hearing took four months.
Liana testified on a Tuesday in November, in a courtroom that smelled of old wood and central heating.
She wore a grey dress and kept her hands flat on the table in front of her and said Daniel's name eleven times.
She knew because she counted.
Renato's attorney tried twice to introduce the forged surrogacy contract as evidence of her prior involvement with the Varric family.
The handwriting analysis had already discredited it.
The judge sustained both objections without looking up.
Dr.
Amara Solis had accepted a plea agreement in September.
Her testimony about Renato's instructions, combined with Voss's recordings, left very little for the defense to work with.
Renato sat at the defendant's table in a dark suit and looked at the wall behind the judge and said nothing that helped him.
On the last day, before the verdict, he turned in his seat and found Liana across the room.
"You don't understand what you've done," he said.
"This family will be exposed.
Everything Elena built will come apart."
Liana looked at him steadily.
"Elena built the case that's convicting you.
You should thank her."
His attorney put a hand on his arm.
He turned away.
The verdict came back in two hours.
Guilty on all counts.
Liana was in the corridor when Matteo found her.
She was standing at the window at the end of the hall, looking out at the street below.
He came and stood beside her.
"It's done," he said.
"Yes."
They stood there for a moment.
Below, people moved along the pavement in coats and scarves, ordinary Tuesday afternoon lives, none of them knowing what had just been decided in the room behind them.
"What happens now?" she said.
"For Renato, sentencing in six weeks.
Minimum twelve years, his attorney says probably more." He paused.
"His assets are frozen.
His position in the organization is g*ne.
The men who were loyal to him have already started making other arrangements."
"And Solis?"
"Eight years.
She'll serve most of it."
Liana nodded.
She looked at the street.
"For you," Matteo said, "that's a different question."
She turned to look at him.
"You've been living in the estate for four months," he said.
"You've been — Nico won't sleep without you in the house.
That's a fact I've had to accept." A pause.
"I've been thinking about what comes next.
For him.
For the estate.
For—" He stopped.
Started again.
"I'm not asking you to make a decision today."
"What are you asking?"
"I'm asking whether you want to stay." He said it plainly.
No performance in it.
"Not as staff.
Not as anything with a title yet.
Just — stay.
While we work out what this is."
Liana looked at him for a long moment.
"Nico's first word was this morning," she said.
Matteo blinked.
"What?"
"While you were in the pre-hearing meeting.
He was sitting in his high chair and I gave him a piece of banana and he looked at me and said—" She paused.
"It was close to Mama.
It wasn't perfect.
But it was close."
Matteo was very still.
"I didn't know what to do with that," she said.
"I still don't, entirely." She looked at her hands.
"But I know I didn't want to leave the room."
"Then don't," he said.
She looked up at him.
"Don't leave the room," he said.
"Don't leave the house.
Stay, and we'll work out the rest as we go."
She thought about a gray cemetery and a tiny grave and twenty-two days of grief that had somehow, improbably, led her across a marble foyer toward a crying baby who had gone quiet in her arms.
She thought about Elena Varric, who had never met her, who had decided she was worth protecting, who had spent her last months building a path that ended here.
She thought about Daniel.
She would always think about Daniel.
That would not go away and she did not want it to.
But she also thought about Nico's face when she walked into a room.
The way both arms came up.
The way he pressed his forehead under her chin as if that was simply where it belonged.
"All right," she said.
Matteo nodded.
Not dramatically.
Just a nod, the kind that meant something was settled.
They walked back down the corridor together, and outside the courthouse the November air was cold and bright, and somewhere across the city Nico was with Carlo, probably redistributing the contents of a kitchen cabinet with great concentration, and the day was ordinary and enormous at the same time.
She pulled her coat closed against the cold.
She didn't feel free, exactly.
She felt like someone who had carried something very heavy for a long time and had finally set it down in the right place — not abandoned it, just set it down, so her hands were open again.
That was enough.
For now, that was more than enough.
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