Never See You Again, Don
The day after my sister broke up with her mafia boyfriend, she went off on vacation to clear her head.
She swore she'd find a man even better than her ex, and she sent me a whole stack of profiles of good-looking guys.
She wanted me to help her pick.
I was about to tap the screen when Dante snatched the phone away, his brow furrowing as he let out a soft laugh.
"You are my Donna! Don't pick up her bad habits."
Before I could get a good look, Dante deleted every last photo.
I explained, "She's not really like that. She was with that boyfriend for eight years, and he hurt her too deeply."
"She kept him like a treasure. Even I never got to meet him."
Dante raised an eyebrow and, a little stiffly, told me, "Tomorrow I'm going to Sicily to handle Family business. You be good and stay home."
I nodded and agreed, waiting for him to return.
My sister happened to get back from her own trip right around the time he did.
The moment she walked in, she couldn't wait to tell me how her ex had come back to propose to her.
I smiled and congratulated her.
But when she took out the engagement ring, my heart skipped a beat.
That morning, I'd just happened to find a matching men's wedding ring inside Dante's suit.