At 2:47 in the Morning, the Waitress Chose a Killer. By Dawn, She Learned He Had Been Saving Her All Along.

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Three weeks later, Vincent Moretti woke fully in a private room at St. Agnes with Elena sitting beside him, knitting badly from a beginner’s kit Benny’s grandmother had sent.

“You’re terrible at that,” Vincent rasped.

Elena did not look up.

“What is it supposed to be?”

“A scarf.”

“It has corners.”

“It’s a complicated scarf.”

He smiled, then winced.continue reading …