“That little girl with the blonde hair. Do you know who that is?” I ask him and he steps closer and looks at it. I watch his reaction and his eyes widen as he turns his head to look at me.
“She looks like Chloe.” He says and I wait for the other shoe to drop and it does and he snarls.
“Why is Michelle in that picture?” He asks and I know he will now learn the truth of what happened. Grandpa kept this hidden from him and a few others for a reason.
“Michelle was my momma’s best friend when they were both little innocent girls. Michelle’s family moved and unfortunately her family was killed. Grandpa thought like the rest of the families that Michelle was killed, too. But she wasn’t. Michelle is mafia, just like momma was, just like I am. Michelle has blamed my family for years for the dea
