FIFTY-EIGHT

One year later...

OLIVER

I stood by the grave of my father. My eyes were hidden behind my dark shades. He had not been the best father to me, and I have wished him dead on several occasions. But now that he was actually gone, I realized I was not ready to lose him. I felt alone in this world and the whole Don thing is going to crash on me now.

The voice of the priest sounded distant in my head as my eyes locked on a woman with blonde hair. She looked so familiar, and her back was to me because she was hugging a man.

Ellen.

I started to move but Dante held me back.

“Where are you going?” he whispered.

I did not reply. I stayed back, stuck my eyes on the woman, and waited for the priest’s speech to be over so that I can leave there and confront that woman. But she turned to face me, and I sighed in disappointment. She was not Ellen. How could they have the same structure?

It has been a year since Ellen disappeared from me. I searched every