Grace Sydney was lying in her crib, waving her tiny chubby arms about. Dante looked down at his new sister. Hard to believe she was the daughter of his greatest enemy but she was so small, so tiny. Her emotions were like bright sparks. Dante picked her up, cradling her head. He took her to his room, laying her on his bed, he watched her. She was so sweet. She’d probably grow up to e beauty. Her father would come for her, he knew this. If he got her, he’d take her to Ireland. She would grow up as he had. She was so bright. He couldn’t let that happen. Piling pillows around her so she wouldn’t fall off, Dante got the doll from the closet. It wasn’t a perfect match but it was a good one. He wrapped the doll in Grace’s blanket. Dante was relieved that SJ was off at a slumber party, his fathers were on vacation and Spencer was out of town. He didn’t want them to see what he could do.

Dante walked back to Grace’s room, cooing and cradling the doll. He laid it in the crib then appeared to walk out. Dante stood in the shadows, waiting. The window opened. Slowly, the shadow moved towards the crib.

Dante aimed.

Dante fired.

Dante listened to hear if the shot woke Grace. It didn’t. Steeping over the body, Dante got her carry pack. He wrapped the body in a tarp and tied it up. Walking to his room, Dante got Grace. Placing her in the carry pack, he put it on his back. He grabbed the corpse and took it out to his jeep. Together they drove to the docks. Dante weighted and tossed the corpse into the water. As he drove away, he turned on the radio, "My Saving Grace" played.