To Her, I Was a Debt, Not a Husband
Language: en
On the night before the Moretti succession ceremony, I found a post in the Confessional of the Dead that had been sent from ten years in the future. “If you could rewrite your blood oath, whom would you erase from the family tree?” The anonymous reply read: “Leon Vita.” “If not for that adopted son who used a life-debt to secure his place—a man destined to become my husband and consigliere—I could have had Matteo at my side years ago.” The poster’s icon was a black iris. Viola Moretti had used it as her private seal for seventeen years. I stared at the profile of a Viola ten years older…