The mafia boss pretended to sleep under a tree… until the maid’s little daughter snuggled up to his chest and melted his cold heart forever.
Part 2
Over the next few weeks, the east wing of the Whitmore mansion stopped looking like a forgotten hallway and started looking like a house within a house.
Lily filled the rooms with laughter, wooden blocks, drawings taped to the wall, and questions that no one knew how to answer. The armed men who previously walked like shadows now lowered their voices when they passed by. Cook Rosa prepared small pancakes at 7:00. Nathan, without admitting it, began to make excuses to cross that way.
—We have to check the window.
—That lamp is flickering.
—The hallway needs another camera.
Grace watched him from the door and didn’t say anything.
One afternoon, Lily made him sit on the rug to build a tower. When the tower fell for the fourth time,
