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The afternoon sun poured over the Corleone estate, the air laden with the distant, muted voices of the Don's inner circle. In the garden, a book of Nietzsche lay open but ignored on my lap. A month into this marriage felt like a month of learning a new, dangerous language. The sound of the meeting breaking up drew my attention. As the last of the men departed, I saw the heavy oak door to the Don's office standing slightly ajar. A quiet impulse drove me forward; I knocked. 'Come in,' came Michael's voice, tired yet firm. I pushed the door open. Inside, the room was a portrait of gravity: dark wood, dark suits, my husband and Fredo seated across from each other, a wine glass untouched between them. The silence was thicker than the walls. I had crossed into the most forbidding room in the ho…