How do we recover from this?

The mafia has left us with nothing. We were struggling against a tide of blood, just two people against an army. And now we’re supposed to be three. A happy little family.

But he sacrificed himself. For me. For us. For our unborn child. We were given a second chance at love, just to have it all ripped away. The mafia thinks we’ve been defeated. They’re about to learn that nothing can keep us apart.