The Traitors Ghost

The De Leone estate was bubbling again. The sound of laughter ringing down the corridors, the kind that had been unheard for weeks. For the first time, there wasn't the smell of smoke or blood hanging in the air, just the sound of my brothers teasing each other at lunch, the clinking of silverware, and Carmela's laugh ringing out like the first real sliver of sunlight after a hurricane.

She was ra