Vittoria's POVI have never believed in forgiveness.Not for the Lombardi's. Not after they destroyed my family.The Lombardi's killed my father.That was the thought I woke up to every morning. The thought that tightened my chest and stayed there, squeezing tighter every hour.I looked outside the kitchen window, watching the birds land softly on the skeletal branches of the Maple tree.It had been six months since my father's body was pulled out of the Hudson River, a year since he went missing.A gust of wind blew, scattering the birds from the tree. They flew away, their coloured wings flapping frantically against the gray sky.It was a beautiful sight, but I couldn't bring myself to smile.Vittoria, you're doing it again,” Mama said from behind, interrupting my thoughts. “Doing what?” I asked, turning to face her.“Brooding.” she said, placing her hands on her hips.“I'm not brooding.” I said, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. She sighed, and moved towards the dining
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