She stops.
Her hand moves to her stomach.
"My baby won't have a father."
The room goes silent.
I stand frozen.
Pregnant.
Sophia is pregnant with Lorenzo's child.
And now, everything goes even worse than they already are.
Marina
Sophia's breathing finally evens out.
I watch her chest rise and fall. The sedative Giulia gave her took twenty minutes to work. They asked a doctor first. Twenty minutes of holding her while she sobbed. While she repeated Lorenzo's name like a prayer that would bring him back.
It won't.
I ease off the bed. Careful. Slow. My hand slips from hers.
She doesn't stir.
I stand there for a moment. Looking at my best friend. At the woman who survived so much only to lose everything in one night.
Pregnant.
She's pregnant and alone.
I back toward the door. Giulia catches my eye from the chair in the corner. She nods. A silent promise to stay. To watch over Sophia while she sleeps.
I slip into the hallway.
The house is quiet now. The chaos of the morning has settled into something heavier. Grief hangs in the air like smoke.
I find our bedroom door. Push it open.
Dante stands by the window. His back to me. His shoulders rigid.
He doesn't turn when I enter.
I close the door behind me. The click sounds too loud in the silence.
"She's asleep." My voice comes out rough. Raw from crying. "Giulia's with her."
Dante nods. Still doesn't turn.
I cross the room. Stop a few feet behind him.
"What happened?"
The question hangs between us.
Dante's shoulders tense. Then release.
