{FRANCESCO}
I had debated whether I should tell Stephanie the truth and decided I wouldn't hide it, but only if she asked. She did. And now, as she processed the words, her face turned slightly pale.
"So..." she said slowly, regaining herself. "You're saying your uncle killed your parents and yet, he's still alive and he's moving free?" she mused, fisting her hands. "And there's nothing you can do about it?"
My lips stretched into a tense smile. "In my world, there are those you can eliminate and no one would bat an eyelid or ask questions. And there are those whose deaths would not go without consequences. The family heads may hate each other, but there's an inner law we need to stick to, no matter how much bad blood we have. I cannot touch my uncle unless the proof of his guilt is accepted by at least five other family heads.
Stephanie nodded, analysing, thinking. "If you don't have proof, how can you be so sure it was your uncle who did it?"
