By the time my 11th round of fertility treatment failed, I had no tears left.For five years, Dario had picked me up from the clinic himself after every treatment. After the first failure, he ordered his entire motorcade to pull over. He held me and said, "I don't care if we never have a baby. All I want is you." After the seventh, I developed a high fever, so he had an entire hospital floor cleared and sat with me all night. Everyone knew the Don of the Moretti family loved his wife more than life itself.All those years, I'd believed that, at least when it came to losing a baby, we were hurting just as much."Donna, the Don was just here," the nurse said cautiously as she put the syringe away. "He's still next door talking with Dr. Russo."I pulled on my coat and went to find him.The door to the consultation room at the end of the hall wasn't fully closed. Before I even reached it, I heard Viola's name."Viola is eight months along. She can't be transported any real distance from no
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