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

carefully around the leaf.

After lunch, the three of them walked the perimeter of the little garden. Lily held both their hands, one on each side, swinging her arms a little.

“It feels funny.”

“What does, baby?” Clara asked.

“Everybody has a dad. I didn’t. I thought I was different from everyone. Now I’m the same.”

Clara bent and kissed her hair.

“You were continue reading …