Chapter 8 - The Truth About My Mother Nearly Destroyed MeI watched the recording again.

And again.
My father's voice.
My mother's final days.
Gabriel's warnings.
Everything I had believed was false.
I broke down.
Not in front of Marcus.
Not in front of my men.
Alone.
Or so I thought.
Sofia appeared in the doorway.
She didn't speak.
She simply climbed onto the couch beside me.
Then she placed her tiny hand on mine.
“You sad?”
“Yes.”
“Because your mommy died?”
I nodded.
She hugged me.
“My mommy says people who cry aren't weak.”
I closed my eyes.
That was the same lesson my father had denied me.
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I had spent twenty-eight years believing tears were weakness.
A four-year-old corrected me in seconds.
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