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He is ……. Alive

作者: bennywrites
last update 公開日: 2026-11-01 16:58:18

The voice came through the speaker again, calm enough to make my skin crawl.

“It's been a long time, little sister.”

I knew that voice. I had spent years trying not to remember it, then more years convincing myself

that the memories were wrong, that grief had made a ghost out of a man who was never coming back.

My brother had been declared dead after the fire at the Moretti estate. There had been a coffin, a

funeral, and a body so badly burned that nobody had allowed me to see his face. My fath
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  • Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir   Anniversary

    A year after the wedding, I woke to the sound of Lorenzo arguing with the coffee machine.“It's not working,” he said.I stayed beneath the duvet. “Have you tried turning it on?”There was a pause.“It's on.”“Have you tried putting coffee in it?”Another pause.“Alina.”I smiled into the pillow. “I'm only asking questions.”He appeared in the doorway holding two empty cups. “Your husband is being mocked in his own home.”“Your wife is offering technical support.”“Your support is unhelpful.”I finally got out of bed and followed him downstairs. The machine had run out of water. I filled the tank, pressed the button and watched the coffee begin to pour.Lorenzo stared at it.“Don't say anything,” he warned.“I wouldn't dream of it.”He handed me my cup. “You are enjoying this too much.”“Very much.”We had planned a small anniversary lunch in the garden. Elena was bringing food from the café, Marco had promised to arrive on time, and the director of Open Door had agreed to join us aft

  • Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir   Six months gone …

    Six months after the wedding, the house no longer looked like a place waiting for something terrible to happen.There were flowers on the kitchen table, shoes near the front door and a basket of laundry that Lorenzo kept pretending not to see. The jasmine beside the path had begun to climb its support, and the greenhouse was producing more tomatoes than two people could reasonably eat.I had taken on a formal part-time role at Open Door after the director and board approved the position. I coordinated the reading and employment sessions, but I did not control the centre's funding or its client decisions. The boundaries were clear, and I liked them that way.The director had also introduced a monthly staff meeting where people could raise concerns without feeling they were being judged for having them. At the first meeting, the advisers disagreed about appointment times, translation support and how to make the forms easier to understand.No one was punished for disagreeing. They worked

  • Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir   A letter without ask

    My father's letter arrived in a plain envelope with the prison's return address printed in the corner. I recognised his handwriting, but it did not make me open it immediately. I placed it on the kitchen table and finished making my tea first.Lorenzo noticed it when he came downstairs.“Do you want me to leave you alone?”“No. You can stay.”I opened the envelope. The letter was short, written in careful lines. My father did not ask me to visit. He did not ask me to tell anyone he was a good man. He wrote that he had begun attending the programmes available to him and had been speaking with a counsellor. He was trying to understand why he had spent so many years believing that control was the same as love.He wrote about my mother, too. He said she had often told him that a family could not be protected by making everyone afraid of losing it.At the end, he wrote: “I am not asking you to forgive me. I only hope you do not spend your life carrying my mistakes. You have the right to bu

  • Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir   Remembrance

    Lorenzo asked me to visit his father's grave on a Sunday.He had mentioned it before, but always as something he would do alone. This time, he stood by the bedroom door holding his jacket and said, “I'd like you to come with me.”I put my book down. “Of course.”We drove to the cemetery just after breakfast. It was quiet, with wet grass and trees moving gently in the breeze. Lorenzo carried a small bunch of white flowers. He did not speak much on the way, and I let him have the silence.His father's grave was beneath an old tree. The stone was simple, with his name and dates carved into it. Lorenzo stood in front of it for a long time before placing the flowers down.“Hello, Father,” he said quietly.I stayed beside him.He told his father about the wedding first. He described the garden, the guests and the way Elena had cried before the ceremony. He mentioned Marco's speech and the fact that I had kept my own name.“He would have liked her,” Lorenzo said, glancing at me. “He would ha

  • Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir   Adrian’s sentence

    Adrian's sentencing date arrived on a cold morning.I had not expected to attend. For weeks, I had told myself that the case could move forward without me sitting in another courtroom, listening to the details of what my brother had done. But when the notice came through his lawyer, I found myself reading it more than once.Lorenzo did not tell me what to do.“Do you want me to come with you?” he asked.“Yes.”“Then I'll be there.”We arrived early. Adrian was brought in with the other defendants, accompanied by officers. He looked towards me when he entered, then lowered his eyes. I did not wave. I did not know what I would have been waving to—the boy I remembered or the man who had frightened people I loved.The judge reviewed the charges, the evidence and Adrian's cooperation. His guilty plea had spared several witnesses from having to repeat their statements, but it did not erase the seriousness of his actions. The court considered the threats, the use of hired men, the financial

  • Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir   Difficult month

    The first real problem at Open Door had nothing to do with the past. It was a budget.The grant the board had expected to receive was delayed, and the centre's operating costs were higher than the original estimate. The director called an emergency meeting and laid out the figures without softening them.“We have enough to maintain our current services for six weeks,” she said. “After that, we will need another funding source or a reduction in hours.”I looked at Lorenzo. He was reading the printed report, his expression serious.“Can we cover the difference?” he asked.The director folded her hands. “You can donate more money, but I don't recommend solving every shortfall that way. The centre needs a sustainable model. If it depends on one person's wealth, it will always be vulnerable.”I liked her more every time she said something like that.“What do you recommend?” I asked.“First, we freeze non-essential spending. Second, we apply for two smaller grants instead of waiting for one

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