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

Her cheeks were flushed from the cold. Her eyes scanned the room with the sharp, frightened focus of a mother who had been counting minutes too long.

When she saw Lily, relief broke across her shoulders.

She hurried across the restaurant and dropped to one knee beside the chair, touching Lily’s face, arms, hood, hands, as if checking every inch of her.continue reading …