The murder of a young businessman in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico marks the start of a -year hunt and an international game of cat and mouse to find the killer. Natalie Morales reports.
Ludo's mother drops a bombshell, Damiano tries to make sense of Chiara's sudden change of heart, and Chiara meets Brando's family.
Fiore surprises Chiara at school and takes her on a drive. Ludo locks horns with her new teacher. Damiano's late-night exploits leave him drained.
Nagging suspicions drive a wedge between Chiara and Damiano. Brando is forced to choose sides when Nico and the others attack Fabio at school.
As Brando's latest video sends shock waves through Collodi, Chiara plots her revenge, and Ludo seeks refuge from her stalker.
As a new school year begins, Chiara helps Ludo deal with a troublesome client, and Damiano takes on another job to pay down his debt to Fiore.
While a shell-shocked Chiara braces for fallout from the incident at Marge, Brando scrambles to shore up his tough-guy image -- at school and at home.
As Jackson gets ready for surgery, Maria and Victor await their three-person baby at a Ukrainian clinic that uses pronuclear transfer technology.
Using gene drive technology, humans have the chance to shape -- and eradicate -- whole species. But the implications alarm bioethicists and activists.
Gene-editing technologies promise to eliminate diseases, and biohackers push for access while scientists grapple with formidable ethical questions.
New gene therapies may change the lives of Jackson, Nick and Tristan. But on this risky frontier, nothing is guaranteed, and the price can be steep.
Old love is different. In our s and s, we had been through enough of lifes ups and downs to know who we were, and we had learned to compromise. The finish line was drawing closer.
There was no guarantee that doing an open adoption would get us a baby any faster in fact, our agency warned us that, as a gay male couple, we might be in for a long wait.
He was very handsome. He wore gray turtleneck sweaters and smelled like mint aftershave and old books. He was and recently divorced for the second time. He was my father. He wasn't really my father.
There is never a good time to fall off your couch onto a martini glass and begin losing a dangerous amount of blood, but having this happen in the middle of a promising date is an especially bad time.
We rallied, not with the adrenaline-pumping determination to win at all costs, but with the patience and control that came with not wanting it to be over: not the summer, not our sons childhood, not this game, ever.
Ours was a common and unsung friendship, that between women living in New York, single and alone, and the doormen who take care of them, acting as gatekeepers, bodyguards, confidants and father figures.
My personal life was another story. In love theres no hiding: You have to let someone know who you are, but I didnt have a clue who I was from one moment to the next.