Finn
She was safe but she was hurt. My hands shook as I sat her on the gurney that a doctor and nurse brought out to us as we drove up. Someone must have called ahead.
They told me I had to stay out in the waiting room. Before I could react, a hand slammed down on my shoulder. Don Ribiani held on to me.
“She will be okay. Tiffany will not let anything happen to her. Come sit with me. Tell me about my new daughter.”
He guided me to a chair and we sat.
“How long have you known her?”
“Twenty years,” I said. He looked startled at that answer.
“How old is she?”
“Twenty six. She’ll be twenty-seven in two weeks.”
“How did you meet?”
I told him about my past and how I met Kyra. His face was stone as I told him how I would watch her over the years, and the things I did for her. How
