That night, I held Lily in my arms and watched Damiano make call after call.
Near dawn, he finally stopped.
Then he looked at me.
“There’s only one person who can save her.”
“Who?”
“Your grandmother.”
I froze.
“Donna Vittoria Ferraro.”
For the first time, warmth entered Damiano’s voice.
“The true heart of the Ferraro family. Your father’s mother.”
“Twelve years ago, when Falcone wiped out your family, she was in Italy receiving medical treatment.”
“She survived.”
“When she returned, she found her son and his entire household dead.”
“Her two granddaughters had vanished.”
“She sold every Ferraro holding in Europe and spent twelve years offering rewards, chasing leads, searching for you and Lily.”
My eyes burned.
“Then why didn’t she just come for us?”
“Because she didn’t kno
