And in Carmela’s arms, wrapped in a yellow duck blanket, was Elena’s newborn daughter.
On the back, in Carlo Moretti’s handwriting, were six words.
If I disappear, Carmela did it.
Chapter 1: The Boy Who Wouldn’t Kneel
The first thing I heard was the sound of my hoodie tearing. Not completely. Just a small, sharp rip near the collar as the varsity wrestling captain tightened his fist…
