Edith’s POV “Be careful with your steps, sweetheart,” Dad uttered, as we walked through the thorny bushes, leading to my mum’s grave. “Yes, dad.” I replied, inwardly hoping that the bushes which seemed dangerously close to my skin wouldn’t prick my flesh apart. It had been a week since I came clean to dad, Yvonne, and Murphy about my pregnancy. Fortunately, they had all chosen to adhere to my preference of not telling Caruso about it, albeit dad and Yvonne still had no idea that he was in the mafia. Dad and I were now back in San Francisco, at Mauro’s cemetery, where my mother had been laying for almost three decades. “Just give me your hand,” He said, holding out his hand, which I eagerly grabbed. Soon after, we reached there. Her gravestone was a beautiful pink tinged with beige and gold. In the middle of her tomb was an encrypted picture of her, beaming heartily, her pearly set of gorgeous teeth on display. “Meredith Zelda Tanner (Nee Hampton) June 15, 1974 to March 3, 20
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