My memory drifts back to that night, suddenly giving meaning to my father’s words. I remember every sentence, gesture, mocking smile, tear, and scream I heard. I remember Alexandra’s dull eyes, the grief I saw in Raoul, and the sound my soul made as it shattered against my heart.
“One day I’ll find you and tell you that you have to get married…” Without realizing it, I begin reciting every word in a low, suffocated voice while staring at my brother, whose eyes now threaten to overflow. “And you’ll simply agree…” My father’s monstrous voice whispers every moment of that memory into my ears. “You’ll make your husband the happiest man in this f*****g mafia.” My heart races, as if my spirit has been dragged back to that horrific night eight years ago. “And if I tell you to spread your legs fo
