The rain had stopped, leaving the streets of New York shimmering beneath the city lights.
Inside Isabella's safe house, silence filled the room.
Victoria still held the necklace in her hand.
Emily could see the conflict in her eyes.
"Luca..." Victoria finally said.
"What was your father's name?"
He hesitated.
"Antonio De Luca."
Victoria frowned.
"My father never mentioned him."
"He wouldn't."
Luca's voice was quiet.
"My father disappeared before I was born."
Emily looked between them.
"You think your families knew each other?"
Victoria slowly nodded.
"I think our fathers shared a secret."
At FBI Headquarters, Walker stood in front of a digital map.
Red dots marked every location connected to Project Atlas.
One dot had suddenly begun flashing.
"What is that?" Emily asked.
A technician looked up.
"An encrypted signal."
"Someone has just accessed one of the Atlas files."
Walker frowned.
"Can we trace it?"
The technician typed rapidly.
"Almost..."
The screen suddenly went black.
A single message appeared.
YOU ARE TOO LATE.
The signal vanished.
Walker slammed his hand against the table.
"They're one step ahead."
Emily stared at the screen.
"No."
"They're watching us."
Across the city, Gabriel sat alone in his room.
He opened an old wooden box Volkov had given him years ago.
Inside were faded photographs.
Letters.
A tiny toy car.
He picked up one photograph.
A little girl with dark hair laughed as she chased him through a garden.
On the back, written in elegant handwriting, were the words:
Victoria and Gabriel – Summer, 2005.
He touched the picture with his thumb.
"I remember..."
The memory returned in flashes.
His sister lifting him onto a swing.
Their mother singing.
Their father smiling.
The memories felt real.
Not invented.
Not manipulated.
A knock interrupted him.
Volkov entered.
"What are you looking at?"
Gabriel quietly put the photograph back into the box.
"Nothing."
Volkov noticed the hesitation.
For the first time...
He wasn't sure he still controlled the young man he had raised.
Late that evening, Emily and Victoria returned to the abandoned warehouse beneath Brooklyn.
The hidden vault was still sealed by federal investigators.
Walker unlocked the heavy steel door.
"You've got thirty minutes."
Victoria nodded.
"That's all we need."
They entered together.
The vault was eerily quiet.
Shelves still stood untouched.
Emily swept her flashlight across the room.
"There."
A loose brick behind the Atlas table.
Victoria carefully pulled it free.
Inside the wall was a small velvet pouch.
She opened it.
A gold key.
And a folded letter.
This one was addressed simply:
For Gabriel and Victoria.
Victoria's hands trembled as she unfolded the paper.
My children,
If you are reading this together, then you have already won.
If only one of you is reading... then find the other before trusting anyone.
Emily exchanged a glance with Walker.
Victoria continued reading.
There is one person who knows the entire truth.
His name is Father Michael.
He promised your mother he would protect both of you.
Trust him.
Trust no one else.
The letter was signed with a single name.
Alessandro.
Victoria closed her eyes.
"My father..."
Walker took a step forward.
"Who's Father Michael?"
Victoria shook her head.
"I don't know."
Luca looked thoughtful.
"I do."
Everyone turned toward him.
"He was the priest at the church where my mother used to take me."
Emily frowned.
"Is he still alive?"
Luca nodded slowly.
"If it's the same man..."
"...he lives in an old parish in Harlem."
Miles away, Volkov sat in front of a wall covered with surveillance photographs.
One of his operatives entered.
"They found the letter."
Volkov smiled.
"I expected they would."
"And Father Michael?"
Volkov's smile disappeared.
"Prepare the team."
The operative understood immediately.
"You want him eliminated."
Volkov looked out over the city lights.
"No."
"I want him alive."
"For now."
He picked up a photograph of Victoria and Gabriel as children.
"The priest has protected them once."
"This time..."
"...he'll lead them straight to me."
Outside, church bells echoed across Manhattan.
Neither Victoria nor Emily knew that the next person they were about to trust had been living with the family's greatest secret for over twenty years.
And that secret had the power to destroy everything they believed about the Moretti family.