His crinkling eyes as he laughed, his one-sided smile when the five of us needed help and called him. Always my Papa, there to rescue us, me. Memories that have brought us to this day, me on his office floor and him, the powerful man who promised to love me, protect me now offering me up, taking my freedom.

Now, as I lay on this floor looking at him, he is not that man who loved his daughter, and I am not his little girl. He is the Consigliere of the Capo Dei Capi, a powerful member of ...