“Of course, she knows.” The more I learned, the clearer it all became. “Maria too—she knows, doesn’t she? That’s why you two have always been so close—she’s always known.” That realization was surprisingly painful. Was I not trustworthy enough to be brought into the fold? Why had she been included in their secrets but not me? “Am I the only one who didn’t know?” “We’ve never told Sofia. Giada and her sisters, none of them know. La cosa nostra, this thing of ours, it’s not discussed. There’s no reason for the children to know—it’s safer for all of us.” “Giada? Uncle Edoardo—he’s in this too?” He dropped his chin in affirmation. Holy s**t. How had I not known my entire family was part of the mob? What rock had I been living under? “The man who told you this information—is he the man you’ve b
