Chapter 1
The sprinkler ticked in steady circles, watering the already perfect lawn. I watched from my bedroom window, with my chin resting on my hand, wondering if grass could get tired of growing in the same place every day. It was a stupid thought, but boredom made me think stupid about things.
My life looked golden from the outside with marble floors, designer clothes, and a last name people whispered with either fear or respect. But inside this house, inside my father’s shadow, it was nothing but quiet suffocation.
Papa was part of the Cosa Nostra. Everyone in town knew, but no one said it aloud. To me, he was just my father, the man who tucked me in with gentle hands that had done terrible things. He never let me see any of those things, though, and maybe I should’ve been gratefu
