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I stared, unblinking, at the final image. In the foreground was Nic: a slightly younger, glassy-eyed Nic, wearing a black suit. His hair was shorter than it was now, absent of the stray, curling strands that fell across his forehead. He was less filled out, making his cheeks seem almost gaunt, and his mouth was pressed into a hard line. He was balancing the front of his father’s coffin on his left shoulder.

Luca was supporting the other side of the coffin, the same concentrated expression on his face, his eyes a haunting blue. Gino and Dom stood behind them on either side, their faces crumpled with grief. At the back, I recognized the tall bald man from the restaurant, and the unmistakable Felice, who wore a dark grey scarf and an equally grim expression. Valentino wasat the bottom of the cathedral steps, his expression blank, his eyes empty. His mother – the tall, dark-haired woman from his portrait – stood beside him, a netted black veil covering most of her face. Her hand was clenched firmly on Valentino’s slumped shoulder as he watched his brothers carry their father away.

I clasped my hand over my mouth to try to keep from vomiting. There was so much to take in, but it was coming at me all at once, like bullets of reality. My father had killed the man in that coffin; he had widowed that weeping woman; and he had taken Nic’s father away from him for ever.

But Nic’s father was a killer – a notorious mob boss, anangel-maker– whose legacy hung over his family like a black cloud. And now Felice was in charge, whatever being ‘in charge’ even meant, and suddenly he didn’t seem harmless or quirky, but terrifying.

My thoughts began to spiral and before I knew what was happening I was sprinting to the bathroom. I stayed there for a long time – curled around the toilet, gasping as every heave shook me violently, as if trying to remind me that my understanding of life in Cedar Hill had changed for ever.

CHAPTER NINETEENTHE UGLY TRUTH

I stood on the sidewalk, trying to pull my feet away from the mush that rolled over them. I was sinking. A falcon dropped from the sky, circling at close range. It pecked at my eyes until blood began to pour from my pupils, blinding me.

Ping!I blinked hard, and in the sudden darkness I saw my father, crumpled in a heap, his head cradled in his hands. I called out to him, but he was fading from me, and the harder I tried, the more my lungs burnt.

Ping!I woke up, sweating and gasping for air. Behind my curtains, something was bouncing off the window. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and lit up the screen. It was 1.48 a.m.

Ping!I slipped out of bed and crept up to the window. A tall, dark figure bent low to the ground and picked something out ofthe untended grass. He lifted an arm into the air, taking aim at the spot where my head was. He paused when he saw I was standing where the darkened curtains had been just seconds before, then dropped the pebble from his hand.

I opened the window and a rush of warm summer air hit my face.

‘Sophie?’ He came closer, setting off the light censor above the kitchen window.

‘Nic?’ I closed my eyes and flinched, remembering everything at once. The memory of the funeral photo flashed inside my head, along with the word ‘Mafia’. Nic’s father had killed people, and my father had killed him.

I wondered what good would come of me going to Nic, looking him in his dark eyes, and seeing the hurt behind them. Hurt he must truly hate me for.

‘Sophie,’ he said again. ‘I need to talk to you.’

I swallowed hard, hoping my voice wouldn’t crack. ‘OK – I’ll come down.’

I flicked on the bedroom light and unearthed a pink cardigan from the floor, wrapping it around me before skirting downstairs. When I reached the backyard, Nic was standing at the back of the garden in the dark, waiting for me.

The light flickered back on as I walked towards him. His expression was inscrutable, his gaze fixed on me.

‘Hi,’ I said, reaching him. I cradled myself, waiting, as the darkness enveloped us.

‘You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here,’ he said.

‘Among other things.’ I didn’t look at him directly. There was too much guilt inside me and if I looked him in the eyes I knew it would explode right out of me.

‘I had to make sure you were OK. Luca told me what happened…’ He trailed off, then cursed under his breath. ‘And I didn’t want to leave things like this, not the way my brother made them. He was wrong to say that stuff to you, Sophie.’

I chewed on my lip until it stung. ‘I’m not sure what else there is to say.’

‘Will you at least look at me?’ He inched forward until I could see his feet.

I shook my head, keeping my attention fixed on the grass. There were too many emotions bubbling inside me. I had to keep it together or else I would lose it entirely. I had to focus.

‘Sophie, please…’

‘I can’t.’ My throat bobbed up and down. I shut my eyes to stop the tears, but I could feel them welling up, ready to fall. I didn’t have enough resolve to hold it all in, not any more.

‘Why not?’ he murmured.

‘How can I look at you knowing what I know now?’ I lifted my chin and stared at his chest.

‘Sophie…’