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rived the n

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mall, white house with blue shut

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afe H

dier. It was where we hid when the feds were raiding the city. It was where we had painted t

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breaking ever

to the driveway,

of drywall.

o

contractors was tearing down the walls. The living room was gutted. The window

screamed.

ored. "Orders from the Don,

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he phone. "Why the house

," he said calmly. "It's s

use! It's o

g, Elena. And i

hun

hours. I watched the shadow

pt across the driveway. Da

contrasted sharply with the dust and debris. Sienna f

house and smiled. It wa

delicately over a piece of broken trim. "But the n

ll of the room that w

watching me sitting

e, Elena," he s

g me," I said,

a property," he

er to Sienna. She flinc

old her. "You are li

. "Dante, she

chest hitting mine. He wa

lena. Or I will hav

looked for the boy I l

t trash to you?"

ins of our first ho

k," he said. "Stop being

a checkbook

ture we threw out," she offe

ung

twisted my arm behind my ba

h!" he

me towar

Wait for the divorce pap

hecking her face, treating her like fine china

l be erased, Sienna te

n estate, where the s

a removal

he clothes. The furniture. The photos

By dawn, the master bedroom w

fe. Our wedding. Our trips to Italy

em into th

the

ory curl up, black

was as empty as my marriage. The pain in my b

nothing le

. I was simply waiting