Chapter 155- Did you dream of Sophia again?

Capone stepped out of the bedroom, a thin shirt beneath his overcoat. 

He descended the stairs slowly, as though summoning every ounce of strength to push open the door to the room below. 

Since Sophia had gone, that room had remained untouched. No one was allowed inside. Everything was just as it had been on the day she left. 

By the bedside hung a magnetic board, covered in colorful sticky notes with pregnancy reminders: 

- Don't wash your hair with cold water. 

- Eat less watermelon. 

- … 

His handwriting sprawled across the notes in a messy, vigorous scrawl. Four years of time had weathered the ink, smudging it into faded stains. 

Back then, she'd been angry with him. Even looking at his handwriting irritated her. Whenever he wrote a note, she'd tear it down. And when she tore it down, he'd write it again. Eventually, she was the one who gave up, letting him have his way.