The next time Luca came to the ward, he was wearing a tiger head.The Morello heir, Sicily's most feared underboss, the man who ran the island's underworld, squeezed himself through the hospital room door in a fluffy orange tiger suit. Then he did an awkward shuffling dance in front of Rosa's bed.The kind of thing you'd only see at a street carnival. Rosa was immediately curious, reaching up to pull the head off and see who was inside.Luca flailed and scrambled to hold it on, completely outclassed.By the time Rosa was asleep, Luca peeled off the tiger head, soaked with sweat. He didn't seem to mind at all."Not bad today, right? At least she doesn't hate tiger-me.""Anna, it's fine if Rosa never wants to call me her father. I missed five years. I get it. But I figure I've got at least fifty years left. Every last one of them, I'll spend making it up to you and Rosa."I wiped the sweat from his forehead.He caught my hand, and after a second, let go."Anna. You've been carrying so mu
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