Ross
was suffocat
found under the sink. The cut on my cheek was
o
mething permanent to remembe
nst the nightstand,
as S
ked me solely
hite isn't your color. It's for brides. You looked like a
to fo
ing in the passenger seat of
and rested casually, pos
dn't
done c
he floor-to-ceiling window. The rain
out of the penthouse. I hailed a cab and gave
e Don's wife. They assumed I was coming to see Marco or retrie
hrough without
grass to the old peach
uried a time capsule beneath these roots. He wasn't the D
o my knees
th a shovel; I dug
ls snapped against the rocky soil. The fresh bandage on
dn't
rs structhe lid open. Inside lay two folded sli
ed my pa
nte Vitiello until the day I
d at th
d. Literally. I had pricke
d, naive gir
Dante's p
ish for the Family to be strong
fi
when I was the one sitting beside him, listeni
t in hi
e shovel he u
loody vow-and ripped
let the pieces fall. I watched the dark water carry
icked up
night his sight returned.
ew hole, deeper this time. I dropp
. I patted the dirt down flat unt
st burying
rying El
e buzze
kay? Luca said yo
, his name no longer m
ped
ne. I don't
it
f the garden, leaving my heart
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