I was consumed by Don Alessandro Greco, wrapped up in the safety of his arms. I let myself fall hard. After what happened, I would never be the same. He left an indelible imprint on me. As a mafia wife, there would never be a time I could walk the streets and not look over my shoulder. I know I need to move on because, this time, he’s not coming back. All I have left are his memories and legacy. And just when I find the strength to accept his loss, I get the shock of my life.