I Thought My Sister Was a Mafia Boss
Language: en
When the driver stopped in front of the orphanage, I was inside the car. I was still practicing how to comfort my younger sister, Mary, whom I had lost touch with many years ago. “Don’t worry. The Winsley family won’t mistreat you. “Take your time to get used to things once you’re home. “Mom and Dad have actually felt guilty about this all along.” Before I could finish practicing my speech, I pushed open the door and got out of the car. I saw three special-issue vehicles surround the run-down courtyard so completely that there was not even room to squeeze through. The bodies of the…