THE MAFIA BOSS WAS SURROUNDED BY DOCTORS AS HE DIED—UNTIL AN 8-YEAR-OLD MAID’S DAUGHTER CHECKED UNDER HIS PILLOW AND EXPOSED WHAT HIS FIANCÉE HAD BEEN HIDING THERE NIGHT AFTER NIGHT

the Christmas tree.

He was not a good dancer.

Not even close.

His shoulders were stiff. His timing was awful. His cane rested against the sofa like a retired weapon. Lily spun barefoot around him, laughing so hard she nearly toppled over. Emma joined first, then Sophie, then Jake. Elena covered her mouth, but laughter escaped anyway.

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