"It's okay, honey. Don't blame yourself. Stop crying… It hurts me seeing you like this," he said, full of affection.
Elena blushed. "That's why I love you so much."
"And I love you," Dante said. "I'd rather lose racing than lose you."
I felt like throwing up. My heart shattered all over again. Something deep inside me howled.
My hands shook as I turned around, forcing myself to walk toward the morgue.
Then I heard her voice.
"Serafina!"
I turned. Elena was walking toward me, all smiles. That smile arrived a fraction before her eyes agreed with it, and something in my chest went cold.
"Sis, you're here! Why didn't you drop by to visit Damiano?"
"I didn't know you were here," I lied.
"Well, I'm glad you're here anyway. Just wanted to tell you, our sixth wedding anniversary's in two weeks. I really hope you'll come. I don't want you to feel lonely."
Her voice was sweet, but her smile felt like poison.
The same day I planned to leave the Family for good.
"Don't worry. I didn't forget your anniversary," I said flatly.
She tilted her head, pretending to be concerned. "You sure? Maybe you've forgotten after losing your husband."
Something inside me growled, low and dangerous.