Chapter 14 - Ten Years After the Shooting, My Daughter Asked Why Her Father Loved a Waitress Who Took a Bullet for His TwinsTen years passed.
Gia and Nico were sixteen.
My son was nine.
My mother was in remission.
Danny had recovered from surgery and had become a physical therapist.
And Dominic?
He had walked away from most of the criminal world.
He built legitimate businesses.
He donated to hospitals.
He funded cancer research.
But Brooklyn still remembered his name.
One evening, our daughter asked:
“Mom, how did you meet Dad?”
I laughed.
“Your father was eating pancakes.”
Dominic groaned.
“Please don't tell this story again.”
She smiled.
“And then?”
I looked at him.
“He saved me.”
Dominic shook his head.
“No.”
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He looked at our children.
“She saved us.”
