I Left, and the Family Collapsed
Three months after Pete took his foster sister as his mistress, I terminated my marriage, chose to die on paper, and vanished from his life entirely.
One quiet morning, I handed my child over to the nannies arranged by the family and walked out of the Rizzuto estate alone.
Pete didn’t chase after me that day.
He believed I would come back. Once I had calmed down, I would lower my head.
The following spring, I was diagnosed with cancer.
Standing in the hospital corridor, I suddenly remembered years ago—
Pete had taken my hand and said,
“You’ll be the finest Donna this Rizzuto family has ever had.”
What pulled me back was not Pete.
It was a letter from Sicily.
Thin paper.
Cold, rigi