The Don's Unsent Letters
My best friend and my husband, Lorenzo Bartoli, fought every time they met.
Lorenzo was the Don of the family, while my best friend was his Consigliere.
She always fiercely opposed his most ruthless, high-risk decisions. Tempers explode every single time.
But there was one rule that they both agreed on without any hesitation. No one was allowed to touch me.
Because of them, no one in the city dared to cross me.
Until the fifth month of my pregnancy, when I went down to the basement vault to organize Lorenzo's guns for him.
I opened the safe to see stacks of letters, hundreds of them, all unsent.
I picked one up. The moment I opened the letter, cold dread overwhelmed me. The receiver of the letter wasn't me.
[My dearest Sofia…]
I quickly scanned downward to the final lines of the letter.
[If I don't make it back alive, everything in the Swissie accounts goes to you. As for Vittoria, she's a good woman, but I have never loved her.]
With trembling hands, I tore open the rest of the letters like a hysterical woman.
Three hundred of them in total. Every single one was addressed to Sofia Finzi.
Sofia was not a stranger.
She was my best friend.