THE MAFIA BOSS FROZE WHEN A LITTLE GIRL WALKED INTO HIS MANSION AND SAID, “MY MOM COULDN’T COME TODAY…”
The darkness did not fall over the church. It swallowed it. For one breath, no one moved. The candles had gone out at once, as if an invisible hand had pinched every flame between two cold fingers. The broken angel above the altar disappeared. The pews vanished. The guns, the faces, the blood, the rain…
