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Epilogue

Author's Note: We have come to the end of this book 😭.

I truly hope that you enjoyed my work and that you would continue follow my work to come. I honestly love and appreciate you all from the bottom of my heart ❤️I cannot thank you enough for all the support.

I know some of you want me to create a sequel and i must say, at this moment it will only be this.... or until i decide it is time for one.

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6 Years Later............

Death, loss, is something all of us have to deal with at some point in our lives. Standing here looking at all these graves of loved ones that once were and now they are lost to eternal sleep.

Accepting and letting go is a gradual process. Some never accept and die with their loved ones even though they are still living and breathing.

Me on the other hand, I have dealt with the death and loss I've experienced. I have decided to live every day to the fullest and appreciate and love the ones that's still alive.

I looked down and placed the white roses I've been holding in my palm for the past thirty minutes on the grave of my mother. I've been standing here taking in the surroundings for just as long. As I stood up straight, I felt a hand on my back comforting me.

Today would have been her birthday. I always made sure to bring her flowers every year as a reminder of the strong woman she was and the one she gave birth to. I made peace with her death. She was one of the lucky ones that was able to find peace while we still have to navigate through this cruel world.

I've come a long way in the last few years. I've lost people I've loved but the will within me compel me to remain standing.

"Are you ready" I glanced over my shoulder at the love of my life and gave a nod as he slipped his hand into mine as we walked towards the car in silence.

Driving home, my mind replayed the events that happened after I got shot.

I woke up after being in a coma for two months with Domenico by my side making sure I received the best care possible. That was also the day I found out I found out that I was paralyzed from the neck down because of two bullets that hit me in the back. Luckily, it was only temporary as my body took its own time to heal.

It took another year after waking up to fully recover as I had to learn how to walk and do things on my own again, but a part of my heart took a little longer. The day I was shot was the day I lost my little nugget.

Some say not meeting your child made it a little easier, but I can assure you that's a lie. You process the loss the same as you would any person you've lost.

The paralysis accompanied by the loss caused a heavy bout of depression. I blamed myself for putting my child's life in danger and having no regard for the child I've been carrying. On the other hand, if I did not put everything in place and helped, so many people would have died.

So, my baby didn't die in vain. Her life saved many.

With time comes healing if you have a solid support system in place. Domenico has stood by me through thick and thin, going through his regret of not being able to protect us. Not being able to pick up on what was happening around him.

I can assure you he doesn't trust anyone besides me anymore. His Mafia was revamped, and he basically replaced almost all of the guys working for him, but it had to be done.

He became even more ruthless and made sure the Mafia world knew who he was. He gained back the respect of many. He also dealt with the loss of our child in his own way but never left me and I appreciate him so much for that.