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

the job at Carney.

She never crossed into the North End.

“She will never grow up with that bloody name,” Clara told herself, so many times the words became smooth with use.

Moringo had been an accident.

A hospice patient at the clinic across the street had kept her past her shift. Lily had been passed from one neighbor to another until the only thing left continue reading …