Faked His Death, Stole My Life
On Graduation night, the love of my life, Julian, took three stab wounds meant for me. Gang members dumped his body into the freezing waters of Lake Michigan.
I gave up my spot at Columbia Law School and went on pilgrimages to churches across the country. I did penance for my sins.
For ten whole years.
Until a decade later, when the news broke that Julian was taking over as the Don of the Falcone family. I finally realized he wasn't dead.
And the glamorous Donna standing beside him was my best friend, Scarlett.
Back at his funeral, Scarlett had cried to me, "If you really feel guilty about Julian, drop out of school and walk to churches across the country to pray. It's the blood debt you owe