I didn’t just lose my dad that day. My sisters didn’t just lose their father, my mum lost her husband. Our entire family lost everything. Everything that’s important. And then to be struck again only fifteen years later. It’s cruel. Really fucking cruel. Damien Cirillo would never have allowed us to be on the street—nor would I, which is why I demanded I be brought into the Family much younger than I’m sure he’d have liked. But there was no way I was sitting around watching everything turn to dust around me.
