“Please mister, buy this painting so we can buy bread,” three dirty triplets begged. The billionaire mafia boss stared at the canvas, his heart stopping. The woman painted on it was the wife he mourned for years. With shaking hands, he pulled out a black card and whispered, “Take me to her.”

he was sad.”

Elena stiffened. I slowly turned my head to look at my eldest daughter.

“You said he had a broken heart because he lost someone,” Sofia challenged, staring right through me.

I swallowed the lump of glass in my throat. “Your mother was right.”

“Was the someone you lost… Mom?” Lucia piped up.

“Yes.”

Mila set her crayon down and looked at me with continue reading …