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 16
When Elisa turned seven, she asked why the candy bowl looked strange.
I told her.
Not everything.
Enough.
“You broke an old vase.”
“I know.”
“There was a letter inside.”
Her eyes widened.
“Treasure?”
“Sort of.”
“What said?”
I thought.
“That grown-ups shouldn’t decide your whole future before you’re old enough to choose.”
She stared.
“That’s treasure?”
Fair.
“To me.”
She shrugged and took a caramel.
May you like
Again.
Perspective.
