"Your mother?"

"My mom," Francisco uttered, looking up at the sky. "She was the most beautiful woman. My dad always said I had her eyes."

Hazel touched his hair gently and asked, "What happened to her?"

Francisco slightly smiled, a sad smile that didn't reach his eyes. "The same thing that happens to most in a mafia family. Dad's rivals killed her first."

Hazel's heart sank as she listened. Francisco continued, "At that time, I was living in London for my studies. I ...