Chapter 4 - THE SECOND WISH
The west wing had not been used in seven years. It was where Sofia’s playroom was. When Vincent walked in the next morning, he found Clara sitting rigidly on the edge of a velvet chair, terrified. Ellie was on the floor, playing with the gold coins.
"He threatened to take Ellie away," Clara whispered, tears finally spilling over. "Dante said if I didn't move the product, he would call child services. He had forged documents. I'm so sorry, Mr. Moretti."
"Stop apologizing," Vincent commanded, though his tone was surprisingly gentle. He sat on the floor next to Ellie. "You have two coins left, little bird. What is your practical wish?"
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Ellie looked at him, her blue eyes wide. She handed him the second coin. "I wish Mommy didn't have to be afraid of the dark anymore."
Vincent looked at Clara, seeing the dark circles under her eyes, the exhaustion of a mother fighting a war she couldn't win. "Granted," Vincent said. "You are under my protection now. Both of you."
