New York, 1936
Charles' POV
Emptiness, that was how I felt. Joseph had been crying his head off for his mother. He was only fifteen months old and didn't understand that she was gone forever, never coming back. The coroner had ruled it as a suicide, her injuries were consistent with someone who threw themselves down the stairs. I was not surprised considering our last conversation, she had been begging me to come home and I was too consumed by my own lust.
"Mr. Luciano your wife's body is ready". The funeral director said. I got up and made my way to the room where they kept her body.
"I'm sorry for your loss sir". The man said when I walked into the room. My gaze shifted to the casket she laid in. I walked into the room and took a seat next to the casket. Her eyes were closed, her usu
