You never intended on getting with a mafioso, but one thing let to another and here you were.

The first few months was perfect, he treated you well. Nearly the fifth month, you suddenly got sick. He showed some worry, but not a lot.

You expected to see nothing but a few particles when you coughed, but petals showed up. You grew distant, but it just got worse and worse.

“Is something going on? You’ve been much more distant.”