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sadness fueled anger and anybody that was not his son faced his wrath, either justly or unjustly. It was for tha

st to think of an answer to the question the

new mommy?" The b

water and making him go to sleep. But he knew that once

Soon enough, the boy began to stir on the bed, a sign that he was about to wake up. Dante held his breath, racking his brain for an answer. Knowing his son, he knew that it was

boy had asked him as s

ttle bit how much that nurse had grown on his son. How come she was the first thing o

versary." He reminded the boy. "We

ed as though that was what was more i

mention that she had shown up and he had ask

someone that did not ever want to return. He still hoped t

in his son's heart. Evelyn had died three years ago and the boy had never told him that he missed his mother, but he already mi

w was calling. He already knew the purpose of the call: the old man was going to invite him to dinner, and like every other year,

and started with

r from you." The man's weak v

t he was not going to get any response, he continu

d. "Elon is sick." It was not like he was even lying. I

nded worried now. "Is it a fever? Or a cold

gain, anger was brewing inside of him. "I

s sure the old man was feeling. It was that man's fault that he had lost his Evelyn all because of a useless mafia rivalry. Th

ference did that make? That was not going to bring Evelyn back, was it? She was alrea

so deeply, ever visiting Mexico with his family. If he had not, maybe, just maybe, his Evelyn would h

bered that he was still in his son's presence. He opened h

ike a manifestation, like a decree. He was not sure where the boy found his

elf, "we are alright." He also wanted to believe that, but h