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at the Sunday table.”
THE WAITRESS’S NECKLACE MADE THE MAFIA GRANDMOTHER COLLAPSE IN TEARS — AND EXPOSED A LOST HEIR EVERYONE THOUGHT WAS DEAD
A flicker of pain crossed Alessandro’s face before he buried it.
“I know, Nona. But it keeps us breathing.”
Elena moved to Alessandro’s side.
Up close, she could see a white scar cutting through his left eyebrow. The champagne bottle was cold and slick in her hand. She leaned carefully to pour without brushing his shoulder.
