Chapter Twenty-Seven. Sarah-Sofia and Jaxon
Sarah-Sofia's point of view
For the first time in my life, I was unable to eat any of Nona Sofia’s cooking. Every time I attempt to swallow, I feel like I am eating a brick. When all the anger and the rage have gone, all I am left with is a numbness deep inside. For the first time in my life, I know what it is to mourn. My innocent brother, who loved nothing more than to cook with our Nona’s is gone, in his place is an abused child, who now is a father to two children who will forever remind him of what he went through at the hands of the Russo bastard and those dead women walking. I know Mama has the plan to make them suffer, but I know myself, and I do not care about pissing her off like my papa does. I blink back the tears that once more s
