I thought I was a broke waitress with no family and eighteen months of missing memories. Then a frightened little boy touched my face and called me “Mom.” His father was Rico Moretti—the mafia boss everyone in Brooklyn knew better than to cross. But when he looked at me, he seemed less like a dangerous man than someone watching the dead come home. He showed me photographs of his missing wife. She had my face. Now his son reaches for me in his sleep, and Rico remembers a marriage I can’t recall. The closer we become, the harder it is to ignore what I feel for him—or the question neither of us can escape. Does he love the woman I am now, or is he waiting for the wife I used to be? And if someone deliberately kept me from my family, what will they do when they discover I’ve found my way back?