In Their Name

Six days. One baby due. One empire she's not sure she ever wanted.

Six months ago, Gina Esposito gave the FBI her father. She told herself it was justice — for the mother she believed Sal had killed, for the brother who almost killed her sister, for every silence she'd grown up inside.

She wears it well, on paper. She's eight months pregnant, running what's left of the family from a house full of women who all want something from her — a mother who came back from the dead, a grandmother counting down to the birth, a sister who can barely look at her, and an FBI agent whose attention has stopped feeling professional. From the outside, Gina Esposito looks like a woman who has finally arrived where she always meant to.

Inside, the chair doesn't fit.

And somewhere outside the warmth of that house, professionals are already moving — borders quietly opened, debts being called in, a clock running down to April first. Old loyalties are loosening. New ones are being forged.