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

and brought out the bear.

“I kept my word to her.”

Clara took it.

She had bought that bear for Lily’s third birthday, the first toy she had purchased new instead of secondhand.

She turned it over in her hands, and tears rolled down her face without sound.

“Damen.”

She did not lift her head.

“When this is over, you can tell her.”

He looked up.

“You’re sure?”

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