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She grinned as she stirred the batter. I was happy for my cousin Quinn. He found happiness too. Micaela was the perfect woman for him. I thanked her for going above and beyond to uncover my father and uncle's murder coverup. We’d never find out what really happened to our mothers. Just that our fathers killed them.
The doorbell chimed.
“That should be Bonnie and Ettore,” I said.
We were having a small dinner party. I felt it was important for Bonnie and Ettore to express their love in public. Now that they knew their boss was aware they were married.
I turned to the counter, lining the rolls on a tray as I buttered each one.
“Hope you have room for two more.” A familiar voice said.
The butter knife fell from my grip, clanking against the marble countertop.
My gaze moved over the two figures standing on the kitchen threshold. I took a step back. “This can’t be.”
Tears poured down my face. Quinn placed his hands on my shoulders. “They’re real, Kennedy.”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Sobs broke free, and I struggled to swallow passed the lump in my throat.
“Momma, is that really you?”
I saw a figure move closer. “Yes, baby, it’s me.” She pulled me into her arms and held me like she did when I was younger.
The tears kept flowing. “I’m here now, Kennedy.”
I hugged her so tight. I was afraid if I let her go, she’d vanish.
Franco patted my face dry.
“Is she really here?” I asked.
“Yes, sweetheart. Your mother is here.”
I pulled back reluctantly, turning to where Auntie Mae stood. “You’re both really here,” I stated.
Auntie Mae pulled me into her embrace. We hugged for a long time.“We missed you and Quinn,” she said.
Stepping back, I took them in again. “I don’t understand. Quinn and I thought Dad and Uncle Anson killed you both.”
“Everyone have a seat,” Franco said, tugging me to one of the chairs at the countertop.
“I’ll get everyone a drink.” Franco grinned.
“Mae and I will take whiskey sours,” Mom said.
We burst into laughter.
“Coming right up,” Franco chuckled.
Quinn braced his hands on the countertop. He didn’t appear surprised to see them.
My brows lowered. “Quinn, did you know they were alive?”
He sighed. “Yes. Right after Uncle Anders shot my father, I dropped to the floor, breaking my dad’s fall. He said, son come closer. I placed my ear to his mouth. He said your mom and her sister are alive. He told me where they were.” Quinn shook his head.
“I was so disgusted with his actions. What kind of man would hold my mother hostage? He kept her from me,” he bit out, nostrils flaring.
Micaela stepped over, rubbing his shoulder and hand.
