Too Late: The Innocent Traitor I Destroyed

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didn't know about the cancer quietly rotting my pan

neve

moment I stepped out of the hospital

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cou

to work im

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ocking into a claw

e the an

ezia died. The family gathered at the p

t the back like a spectre-a living

zzle that soaked through my thin

ver Don Salvatore. The old Don looked frail, leaning

m, dabbing at dry eyes

place roses on the grave. I waited until every

hed the t

llo. Beloved Mo

d, I placed a small, sm

whispered to the cold ea

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was a th

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?" Salvatore screamed. "Y

his grief gave him a terrible s

ot for killing her, but for leavin

lf's head str

l to the muddy grass, warm blood

e shouted, ste

g the cane again. "She killed

, right over the old burns. I cried

t him kill me. It would b

er's arm before the t

ce was tight, strained. "Not

re spat

xing with the rain and the b

concern, checking the old man's

" Salvatore wheezed.

ed down at

mething flicker in his

as just

d coldly. "Before I

up, using a tombs

l of blood on the pristine grass, walking t