Chapter 6 - THE ROOM NOBODY ENTERED
The east wing of Marchetti House had been closed since Enzo's accident.
According to Rosa, Matteo had ordered the rooms locked after a plumbing leak.
Wren didn't think much of it until she noticed maintenance staff entering the wing at midnight.
She mentioned it to Enzo.
He frowned.
"There's no scheduled maintenance."
Together, they asked Rosa to retrieve the access records.
The logs showed repeated entries by Matteo's security team.
No repair invoices.
No inspection reports.
No explanation.
Enzo authorized an independent property inspection.
The inspectors discovered that one room had been converted into a private monitoring station.
Inside were security feeds, communication equipment, and archived recordings.
The system included cameras covering parts of the estate that Enzo had never approved.
One feed showed the hallway outside his bedroom.
Another showed the rehabilitation room.
Wren stared.
"He's been watching your care."
Enzo's expression darkened.
The recordings suggested Matteo had monitored caregiver visits and private medical discussions.
Enzo contacted his attorney.
The equipment was preserved for investigation.
Among the archived recordings was a conversation between Matteo and a man identified as Adrian Bell.
The date was three weeks after the accident.
Adrian's voice was clear.
"If he starts remembering the road, everything changes."
Matteo replied:
"Then make sure he doesn't."
Wren felt cold.
Enzo stared at the screen.
Dr. Shaw reviewed the medication records again.
She identified several changes that warranted further investigation, including prescriptions that might have contributed to sedation.
But she cautioned that the records alone could not prove intentional harm.
Enzo listened.
Then asked:
"Could my memory have been affected?"
Dr. Shaw nodded.
"Potentially. Injury, medication, stress, and sleep disruption can all affect memory. We need a careful assessment."
That night, Enzo sat alone in the study.
Wren entered quietly.
He looked toward her.
"For eight months, I thought my body betrayed me."
She sat opposite him.
"It didn't."
He looked down.
"I couldn't walk. Couldn't remember parts of the accident. Couldn't even hold a glass without shaking."
Wren's voice softened.
"Those things don't make you less of a man."
He looked at her.
She continued.
"But someone using your vulnerability against you? That's a betrayal."
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Enzo closed his eyes.
For the first time, he allowed himself to believe that his injury was not the end of his story.
