Chapter 14 - THE TRUTH BENEATH THE SECOND GRAVE
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The final forensic review of Leo's supposed burial arrived in November.
The findings confirmed that the family had been provided with false information about the remains.
The records supported Leo's account that his death had been staged.
The original burial had not contained his body.
For Derek, the news brought relief.
And anger.
And a kind of grief he hadn't expected.
He had spent five years mourning a brother who was alive.
Five years visiting a grave that never held him.
Five years making decisions based on a lie.
The investigators also established that Salvatore Russo's associates had arranged false documentation surrounding the staged death.
Several of those individuals faced criminal charges.
The evidence further supported allegations that Vincent Caruso had helped conceal financial operations connected to the destruction of the Costa family.
Not every question could be answered.
Some witnesses were dead.
Some records had been destroyed.
But enough survived to establish how thoroughly the truth had been manipulated.
Derek invited Leo and Isabella to the cemetery.
He wasn't sure whether either would come.
Both did.
They stood before the Russo family mausoleum.
Derek looked at Leo's name engraved into the stone.
Then turned toward his brother.
“How does it feel?”
Leo studied the inscription.
“Strange.”
“Do you want it removed?”
Leo considered.
“Eventually.”
He looked at Derek.
“But not today.”
Derek nodded.
For a long time, they stood quietly.
Then Leo said, “You know what I remember most about that night?”
Derek looked at him.
“What?”
“Thinking I'd never see you again.”
His voice trembled.
“I kept wondering whether you'd hate me if you knew the truth.”
Derek's eyes filled.
“I probably would've been angry.”
Leo nodded.
“I know.”
“But I would've wanted you alive.”
Leo looked at him.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then the brothers embraced.
Isabella stood a little distance away.
She watched them.
Then looked toward the rows of headstones.
Her parents had no proper graves.
Their remains had been handled through a rushed, contested investigation after the warehouse fire.
For years, she had imagined giving them a peaceful resting place.
Now Derek approached.
“Bella?”
She looked up.
“I want to do something.”
He waited.
“I want to arrange a memorial for my parents.”
His expression softened.
“That sounds right.”
She hesitated.
“Not a Russo ceremony.”
He nodded.
“Of course.”
“Something small. For me and Lucia.”
“Then that's what it should be.”
She looked at him.
“Will you come?”
Derek's breath caught.
“Only if you want me there.”
She smiled through her tears.
“I do.”
The memorial took place the following month.
Lucia brought white flowers.
Leo brought photographs.
Isabella read a letter she'd written to her parents.
She spoke about the years she'd lost.
The fear.
The loneliness.
The moments she'd believed she wouldn't survive.
Then she spoke about the life she was building.
College.
Her work at the community kitchen.
Her sister.
Her friends.
And the man standing quietly behind her.
When she finished, she looked toward Derek.
He stepped closer.
She took his hand.
For the first time, Isabella understood that remembering her family didn't require remaining trapped in the night they died.
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She could honor them by living.
And that was what she intended to do.
