The Night He Let Our Baby Die

During a blizzard, three months heavy with the child of a Falcone wife, I waited for my husband to come and collect me. He never came. By the time the night was through, I had lost the baby.

The next morning, I saw a post from his courier at the Family clinic, Gianna Russo.

[Thanks to Dr. Greco's amazing care, both my baby and I are doing great.]

The post carried a picture of her ultrasound, the grainy ghost of it splashed across the territory for every soldier and capo's wife to see.