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

door.”

“Whose men?”

“Mine. Not Marcus.”

She closed her eyes against the cinderblock wall.

“Seven.”

She ended the call before she could change her mind.

Back in the break room, her sandwich sat untouched in wax paper.

Sarah came in five minutes later and sat across from her without saying anything.

After a long while, Clara lifted her face.

“Sarah, if you found continue reading …