Her voice catches.
“Only Graziela.”
“A black widow,” I add. “I promise.”
She stares at me with her wide eyes.
I do not know the day or the moment, but Dante De Luca will die.
Before that, however, he will wither.
He will beg for death and not receive it because I will delay his end, even if it takes the rest of my life.
“You will be safe wherever you go, and Dante will never be able to reach you. The Cosa Nostra owes you an entire lifetime, Graziela, and while it remains safe, you will be allowed to live it.”
I manage a small joke.
“Preferably a normal and boring life.”
They laugh softly despite the tears surrounding us.
Seeing them smile after the hell they have endured brings an indescribable lightness to my soul.
Perhaps these are not only their first steps, but also the fir
