---- "The Don just said to teach her a lesson, not to kill her! Let's go! We can't get tangled up in this!" They backed away in terror, as if I had the plague, and scrambled out of the restaurant. Their panicked footsteps faded into the distance. Asingle, cold tear slid from the corner of my eye. The pain ripped through me. My mind flashed back to my wedding day. Vincent, so handsome and tall in his black suit, gently taking my hand from my father's.
It was the closest I had ever been to happiness. I thought that, over time, love might grow, that we could become a real husband and wife. I never knew it was all a delusion. The wound on my head, which I got while fighting to protect Claire, was still bleeding. But the agony from those injuries was drowned out by the feeling of suffocation. ---- "Mrs. Santoro, are you alright?!" The soldier Vincent had left on watch yelled into his radio. "Get a medic here, now!
She's not breathing!" Before everything went black, I used the last of my strength to hit the speed dial on my phone. "Uncle Tony, move the plan up. Wipe my existence." "Make me a ghost. Make it so Vincent Santoro can never find me again."