Birth of the Moretti Heirs

In the early spring of the following year, beneath a gentle Mediterranean rain that washed the volcanic dust from the citrus groves, the private medical pavilion of Castello Moretti was filled with anxious whispers and bustling physicians. Dante had refused to leave Elena’s side for a single second. He sat on the edge of the delivery bed, stripped to a damp linen shirt, holding Elena’s trembling hand tightly against his…