Ilaria
“Are you done now? Do you want mommy to put you down? Is that what you want?” I ask Fifi, placing a gentle kiss on her hand. It’s still too early to tell, but I think she’s going to have her father’s eyes. Elliot had my eyes and my red hair. My heart clenches at the thought of him. I never got the chance to bid my baby goodbye. I’d give anything to hold him one last time, to tell him I loved him. He never even stood a chance in that place.
I blink, holding back my tears at the thought of him. I don’t want to cry when I think about him anymore. I want to smile; it was a blessing to have had him for however long I did and I know one day he and I will be reunited. For now, I know that he’s safe in his father’s arms. He was a cold-hearted bastard, but he loved him. It was clear in hi
