Chapter 55: I'll Make You Wish You Were Dead!

Seeing how broken he was, Edith Lynch's eyes reddened with grief. The Diego Santee she had known-confident, unshakable-seemed stripped bare, reduced to a boy who needed looking after, whispering to himself nonstop. A man rarely cried unless the pain cut to the bone. "Diego, your three older brothers are watching over us from heaven," she murmured, slipping her arms around him from behind. "They must be happy to see you settled, building a life." "Don't take it too hard. They're watching." Diego...