Tore and Dante relished in the games they played with Aurora, laughing with her as if she was a treasure. They played chess together after dinner over wine, exchanging trash talk in a mixture of English and Italian. They were patriarchs not only of a criminal conglomerate, but of a family. And that family, that home, had been opened to me without reservation. For the first time in a very, very long time, I felt part of a happy family. Part of a whole home.
