Innocence Interrupted - A Mafia Story
We are quiet, almost solemn, like we’re leading a funeral procession.
I peek into Betsy’s room as we walk past it. She’s dead asleep, her long blonde hair tied in braids, her little face quiet, at peace. My heart fills with the kind of love I imagine only a father can feel, and I know that I will take a bullet for her.
Ethel’s television is on, and the soft laughter of the sitcom soundtrack travels down the hallway. It’s so familiar, almost comforting, by now.
I knock on her door, wait a few seconds and enter. She’s asleep, lying on top of the covers, still wearing her wedding clothes.
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