°A boy who is just a 7 Years old, who looks so much like a 5 and half years old boy , being abused by a man he doesn't even know, neglected by his mother ,relaying on his crutches to move , can't say a sentence without stuttering , is finally with...
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Time moved slowly here.
Luca.
Five years.
Five whole years my son was lost. We searched. We overturned every stone. We used every connection. And still, we found nothing. As if the world had swallowed him whole.
And now?
Now they say he was there the whole time.
That no one was looking for him.
That no one had asked about him.
Lies.
The British investigator sat across from us behind his desk, silently flipping through his papers. Leonardo stood beside me, his features tense, and Massimo leaned against the wall, arms crossed—but I could see the tension in him, too.
As for me?
I was burning with anger.
Finally, the investigator lifted his head and looked directly at us.
"I know you have many questions."
I spoke in a calm but sharp voice, one that made it clear I had no patience left:
"Then start answering."
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He nodded, opened the file again, and began organizing his documents as he spoke:
"Luca Russo was found in the home of a man named Martin Grayson."
Martin Grayson.
I repeated the name in my head, trying to process it, to find any familiarity—but there was none.
"Who is he?" Leonardo asked, voice tense but controlled.
"He's the man who's been living with Luca for the past several years," the investigator said simply.
My hands tensed on the table, my jaw clenched, but I forced myself to stay composed.
"Did he have any legal documents granting him custody of Luca? Any adoption papers, guardianship, anything?"
The investigator shook his head slowly, glanced down at the papers, and said:
"No. There are no official documents showing that Grayson was Luca's legal guardian."
I felt the heat of my fury rising in my chest, pressing against my ribs. I tightened my grip to stop myself from slamming the table.
"Then what's his explanation? How does he justify keeping my son all these years?"
The investigator let out a slow breath and said plainly:
"He claims the child wasn't missing. That no one was looking for him. And therefore, he wasn't breaking any laws."
