---- "I'm more clear-headed than ever," I stood. "Tell everyone Vincent Torrino is dead. He died with her." Late one night, I sharpened the end of my toothbrush on the concrete floor. I dragged it across my wrist, craving an end to the agony. "Inmate down!" The guards rushed in, taking me to the infirmary. They put me on 24-hour watch in solitary. Just four white walls and the ghost of Isabella's face. To escape her memory, I would slam my head against the wall until I blacked out, welcoming the oblivion. Three months later, my lawyer came with Carlo. "Vincent, the family has lost two-thirds of its assets," he said. "Don Antonio is threatening to revoke your inheritance." "Let him." ---- "Vincent! That's billions of dollars!" "Can it bring Isabella back?" I stared at him. "Can it bring our baby back?" The lawyer was speechless. "Tell Antonio I renounce everything," I said, turning to leave. As I did, Carlo hesitated, then took a step forward. "Boss... about Mrs. Torrino's death. The feds... they never found a body. Just fragments.""