Both sides of the long table went quiet.Letitia bit her lip. "Fiore, you're Father's biological daughter. I thought the pistol should go to you. I thought you'd like it."I asked her, "You didn't want this pistol because you aren't Father's biological daughter, so you shoved it off on me?"The color went out of Letitia's face.Vito, my eldest brother, frowned. "Fiore! Do you have to be like this? It's just a pistol. So what if Letitia switched them?"I answered, "Maybe not. But Father said each pistol was custom-made. Why did I end up with Letitia's used one?"If I accept this pistol and take it on an operation, then it jams during a reload and gets me killed, what's the real loss? My life, or the Family's reputation?"Vito had no answer.My mother stepped in to smooth things over. "That's enough, Fiore. Letitia was trying to be kind. Stop picking at every detail.""I'm not picking at details." I looked at her. "Father said this is a Family keepsake and every child has one. Is that ri
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