THIRTEEN.

“Why not? She deserves to know that her mother isn't coming back any time soon to tuck her in at night.” I do my best to keep my voice down, so Savannah can’t hear me. “Don’t you think she deserves to grieve?” My voice cracks as my own memories of my mother dying at a young age hit me.

I look over my shoulder and my eyes clash with Savannahs’. They are filled with sadness. Defeat and confusion.

Her eyes are a direct line to her emotions, showcasing that she is struggling to conceal them at such a tender age.

Her eyes should be filled with Joy. Curiosity, and pure happiness.

My heartaches and for the life of me, I can’t fathom why Don Valentino hasn't sat Savannah down and explained everything to her in a way that she will understand.

One of the worst feelings is waiting for someone who will never show up. You don't know what to expect, and it creates a hole in your soul for your anxiety to manifest.

He casually takes another puff of his cigarette, removing his shades, and he nods