NO ONE COULD HANDLE THE MAFIA BOSS’S DAUGHTER—UNTIL A WAITRESS WALKED INTO THE CHAOS AND DID THE IMPOSSIBLE

know how to be sad without being mad. But I’m trying. I’m trying really hard. And I miss you.”

More silence.

Josiah closed his eyes.

A tear slipped down his cheek.

Then came a soft click.

The lock disengaged.

The door opened an inch.

Josiah scrambled to his feet.

Mia stood there wearing one of her mother’s oversized cashmere sweaters. Her eyes were red and continue reading …