Too Late To Call Me Daughter
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Summary
When I was having a heart attack, my parents, my brother, and my fiancé were all at our family casino—celebrating Eva, our adopted daughter, at her twenty-first birthday, her official debut into the mafia world.
The doctor refused to operate without a legal guardian’s signature.
So I called them.
My father’s assistant answered. “Sorry, Miss. The Don is in the middle of a toast.”
My brother and mother let it ring until it went silent.
Finally, my fiancé, Adam, picked up. Music roared behind him. I could hear laughter, glasses clinking.
