THEY FORCED ME TO SERVE CHICAGO’S MOST FEARED DEAF MAFIA BOSS TO WATCH ME GET DESTROYED—UNTIL I USED SIGN LANGUAGE AND UNCOVERED HIS DEADLIEST SECRET!
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Chapter 11 - A Bullet in the Dark
Danny started his new semester at a prestigious private academy for the arts.
With his new cochlear technology and a supportive environment, he blossomed into
an exceptional painter.
His first major gallery piece was hung in the school’s main foyer.
It was a large canvas painted in deep blues and golds.
It depicted two pairs of hands forming shapes of light against a dark, stormy
sky.
He titled it: The Voices We Build.
On the day of the gallery opening, Salvatore arrived in a crisp gray suit.
He stood before Danny’s painting for ten uninterrupted minutes.
He didn't say a word.
He didn't need to.
When he turned to Danny, Salvatore placed a proud hand on the boy’s shoulder and
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tapped his own heart twice.
Danny beamed with pride.
