I still have a hard time accepting that I deserve the life he’s given me, as grateful as I am. When you’ve eaten out of dumpsters for a couple of years, it’s hard to assimilate that with the fact that you’re now wearing a Rolex watch that the man who adopted you as his brother bought you for your eighteenth birthday.
Or the fact that the greasy grimy kid who hid from child predators on the street because he’d learned the signs to look out for way too early in his young life was trusted with little babies who were born into a life of excess luxury. My life has been just too confusing from the time I was taken in by them, and it only seems to get better. Best of all, apart from having my sister back in my life and the new family she and Gideon have given me, is this new venture Mancini has drawn me into.