Nico
I sat in the pew with my head bowed the way my mother taught me. Every Sunday, my father and mother ensured I attended Sunday mass with them. It wasn't that I considered myself a devout Christian or even believed in god, I did it because I wanted to make my mother happy. Despite my hatred for my father, my mother was important to me. I had seen too much evil and witnessed too much bloodshed to truly believe in any higher power or merciful god. I was the one in control of my life and my fate. Dominic sat next to me clutching his rosary beads in practiced posture.
Dominic was wearing an all black ensemble, despite my mother's protests. She was just happy that her boys were there with her. The cathedral was packed, and I made sure to watch every entry and exit point. I watched every pe
