At a private Mafia-family wedding, three-year-old Elisa accidentally bumped a pedestal and shattered an antique porcelain vase.
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Chapter 11
We dismantled every remnant of the Custodian Table.
No hidden guardianship branches.
No “temporary” family ruler chosen by blood.
If I became unavailable, adult operational leadership would rotate among adults.
Elisa remained a child.
Nothing more.
One capo asked:
“What if she wants the family someday?”
“Then someday she tells us.”
“What if she doesn’t?”
“Then she doesn’t.”
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He disliked uncertainty.
I began recognizing uncertainty as freedom.
