Cisco sat in his office, his mind a jumble of thoughts and emotions. But one thing kept coming back to him: his daughter, Frudi. The doctor's revelation that she had been depressed for a long time had left him reeling.
He thought he knew why she had kept it hidden. Either she didn't want anyone to see her weak, or she didn't want to disappoint him. Either way, the reasons pointed to him.
Cisco's eyes dropped, and he felt a pang of guilt. He had pushed her, expected so much from her. Thrown her into the deep end, expecting her to swim.
Time seemed to pass quickly. The training period for Frudi's Trial leadership was almost over, and soon she would have to lead the Rivera mafia family for six months. Cisco's mind recoiled at the thought.
Was he really ready to do this to his daughter? Throw his 19-year-old daughter into the battlefield? He thought back to all the times he had pushed Frudi, all the times he had expected her to perform.
