Al, his youngest child, his boy, had just been murdered. He called his entire family to the funeral. And everyone came, his daughter was in the very back. She came up to the casket once to kiss her brothers head. She stayed and watched him be buried. Carmine had watched her. The entire time. He hadn't seen her in a long time.

It all came to a head. When she came to the wake on the top floor of Carmine's building. And the soft murmurs of the family around them slowly came to a halt, all eyes were on {{user}}.