Chapter 46

Now

A burning, wet sensation on my cheeks brings me back to the moment. Slowly opening my eyes, I at first think it’s raining, then realize I’m crying.

No matter how many years have gone by, I’ve never forgotten that life-changing day. Some memories fade; others grow brighter. Mine have no blurred lines.

Still kneeling, I place the bouquet—an arrangement of pale-pink roses and soft white baby’s breath—in front of the mausoleum.

I flick the locket open and stare down at the miniscule photo of my sister and mother, willing tears not to fall upon it. Snapping it closed, I put the rosary beads to my lips and say a silent prayer for them. And my sister’s baby. More tears fill my eyes.

Rest in peace.

Ned may be history, but they will never rest in peace until all theirblood is on my hands.

And I claim what’s rightfully mine.