Seven days after my father died, my mother finished paying compensation to every victim's family.She emptied the vast De Luca estate, removed a century's worth of portraits of past dons from the great hall, and donated the property outright to the Sofia Refuge.When all of that was done, she put on the plainest white dress she owned, wore no jewelry and no brooch, and went to Santa Maria Cathedral.She carried my sealed urn out herself.My mother held me and made her slow way onto an old seawall outside Port San Vito.This was where I had seen the ocean for the first time, the year I was six.In my memory, the sun had been bright that day. My father lifted me onto his shoulders, laughing as he called me the De Luca family's little princess. My mother gently fastened my kite string, took my hand, and promised, "Do not be afraid, Sofia. Mom and Dad will never leave you."That was the only stretch of happiness the three of us ever had.My mother sat on the seawall as the sea wind tossed
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