Fading Snow, Long Island
The heir to the Vitale family gave me thirty thousand dollars a month to be his mistress—all to get back at my mother.
I needed the money. And secretly, I’d always loved him. So I let him humiliate me.
Later, during a heavy snowfall, he made me kneel at the funeral of my love rival’s mother.
That was when I finally let go.
Enzo asked, “You think leaving New York will solve all your problems?”
I answered, “It won’t solve them, but at least I won’t have to see you.”
For that, he trashed the immigration agency that was helping me leave the country.