“What did she say to you?” I ask. I have no right to ask, but I want to know all the same. “She said, ‘I love you, bub. No more violence from this. Go on happy and strong.’ ” Ozzy pauses to swallow. “She didn’t want me to try to get revenge. But I don’t know if I can do that. In five years, ten . . . when it seems unrelated, when nobody remembers but me . . . I want to kill them. Rocco, Jasper, Dax.” “If you want that, I’ll help you,” I promise him. “Whatever you feel is just . . . I’m there.” “I hoped you’d say that,” Ozzy says, quietly.
