THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

real part before she learned the rest.

The second night, Damen tucked Lily in, brown bear under her arm, nightlight low.

“Damen,” she asked, “do you have a wife?”

“No.”

“Do you have any children?”

His hand stopped on the blanket.

“I have just found out that I do.”

“Recently?”

“Yes.”

“How old is she?”

“Six. Like you.”

“Does she know you are her dad?”

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