The Don's Lost Daughter

After my husband seized the Ferrante territory through a contested succession clause, he took his dead brother's widow and her two children to the city to build a new life.

My daughter and I survived on whatever I could scrounge from corner markets and church pantries, waiting for him in that freezing tenement on the wrong side of the waterfront for five long years.

The only news that ever came was that he'd been ratified by the Commission as head of the Ferrante family.

I carried my daughter across three state lines to find him, and the soldiers at the compound gate beat us with their…