Chapter10

#Chapter10

Dante Magghio

Dario scrutinizes me for a few seconds before handing me over to Dante. I guess he’s pondering whether or not it’s appropriate for me to hold his son in my arms.

I understand.

He’s been alone these past few months.

It’s something that, as coldly as he expresses it, I know it must not have been easy to raise the baby alone and come to terms with the loss of his wife in the same way.

/"Do you know how to hold babies?/"

/"No./" I can’t help but be honest. I’ve never held children after adulthood.

With my sister, me being three years older, I don’t remember if I ever carried her at all. But, nevertheless, I have always wanted children, perhaps not so soon, and obviously my own, but the fact that this baby does not carry my blood and that his father paid off my father’s debt with the commitment to marry him has nothing to do with Dante.