He Begged the Don. It Was Me
The heavy doors swung shut, sealing away the chaos, the rage, and the weeping.
Outside the courthouse, the bright sun warmed my face.
Six years ago, I stood beside Edmund and Rosalie, a ghost. I watched them laugh, but I couldn't get a word in.
The day I ran from New York with five grand in my pocket, I was a stray dog with no future and nowhere to go. Nobody gave a damn.
Four years ago, I took my first dock. I was desperate for someone to be proud, but to my family, I was still nothing. My celebration? A bowl of instant noodles, all by myself.
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