I can see how long people have left to live.The night my mother's countdown reached zero, my mafia father was standing beside the woman who destroyed her.I couldn't save my mother. So I made her a promise.Five years later, I returned home pretending I remembered nothing. My father welcomed me back.His mistress hated me on sight.Neither of them knew I had spent five years preparing.This time, I wasn't watching someone else's countdown.I was starting theirs.
