I carry Falcone blood. To my father and brother, that makes me the shield they can afford to lose. All their care goes to Isabella, the adopted daughter who faked a weak heart and sent me to a freezing prison cell. For years, I waited in the dark for them to check the evidence and bring me home. Winter after winter passed, and the cell kept getting colder. Tonight, Isabella is getting married. Blood fills my mouth as I make one last call, and no one picks up.
I was born a Falcone, and that meant something in New York. Men at the docks stepped back when I walked past, and the women who married into the family treated me like a small, dangerous animal that might someday matter. By the time I was twelve, I knew what it really meant. I was the spare. Isabella came to us when I was seven, a pale, quiet girl my father brought home from a charity gala. She had the kind of fragility that made grown men lower their voices. I was a bruise-kneed child who could find a missing zero in a ledger before dinner; she was a porcelain doll who clutched her chest whenever the house went quiet. "Her heart is weak," Papa said. "Be gentle with her, Elara." The doctors said no such thing. I read their reports before Papa did, because that was my job. I was the one
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