A mafia billionaire freezes at a painting he thought depicted a dead woman—until three starving triplets reveal a truth that changes everything

mug toward him.

“Can you make it less hot?” she asked.

Mrs. Bell turned quickly back to the stove, but not before Dante saw her wipe her eyes.

Malcolm Pierce called at dawn.

Dante answered from the garden, where cold mist silvered the hedges and the eastern sky was just beginning to brighten.

“Dante,” Malcolm said, voice smooth with concern. “I heard there continue reading …