Previously:
I gulped hard, trying to control my racing thoughts and feelings as I read the contents. Mom had died long ago when I was young and seen only the sweetest parts of life and only after Mom died did I get to know that there was even a bitter side to this life. She was my protector and despite the hundreds of guards around us, she was the only one who could truly make me feel safe and protect me from the harsh side of th life in the mafia world.
I had never relied on any person in my life, except my Mom and never in my life could I bring myself to rely on anyone like that again especially not after she had died in a terrible accident. However, the autopsy report in my hand changed the complete view of my life with the conclusion that she was brutally stabbed to death.
My breath
