Camila Findlay is beginning to understand what it means to have a voice. Not just one that sings, but one that unsettles, resists, and questions. Together with Charles, Jared, Paul, Chester, and Brenda, her band Gaia's Cry begins to take flight. What once felt like an intimate refuge is turning into a real project. The songs evolve. The audience listens. And George Matthews, an influential manager, takes them under his wing.

But breaking into the professional circuit comes at a cost. Image matters. The sound is polished. The lyrics are softened. And between photoshoots, curated wardrobes, and marketing strategies, Camila begins to wonder if any of this still belongs to her. The band now teeters between staying true to its origins and chasing the promises of an industry obsessed with packaged beauty.

Meanwhile, the tension with Liam stretches like a sustained note. Between them exists a language no one else speaks. What was forbidden—what they denied out of fear or loyalty—now demands to be said. Liam, no longer willing to hide, confronts his father and lays his truth bare: what has grown between him and Camila can no longer be silenced.

The revelation unleashes a storm. Romina, trapped between a past she can't let go of and a need for control she refuses to release, reacts with devastating verbal violence. In a moment of emotional chaos, a confrontation crosses the line. Camila ends up in the hospital. And with that, the family veil shatters forever.

From that bed, surrounded by tubes, monitors, and tears, Camila must find the strength to rise again. It's no longer just about healing her body—it's about facing everything that's now been laid bare: the lies, the silences, the love she chose without permission. Liam stands beside her, constant and unwavering. But the world around them—the family, the press, the uncertain future—begins to tighten like a circle threatening to break them both.

In Verona, Paolo keeps training with the tenacity of someone who has yet to know love or betrayal, but already senses that some paths can only be walked by learning to face the wind. He doesn't realize that the girl who once dazzled him nearly two years ago—the goddess of Piazza Brà, as he secretly called her—is the same woman he now admires. Not only as the lead singer of one of his favorite bands, but as someone who refuses to stay silent in the face of injustice and sings her truth out loud.

In this third volume of A Song to Verona, masks fall, wounds open, and love ceases to be a promise—it becomes a challenge. Because sometimes, growing up means breaking. And the wind, in order to take shape, must first tear through everything in its path.