Angela sat there alone in her bathroom for a couple of minutes, trying to digest everything. Her mind was racing, and she couldn't make it stop. She was pregnant? She repeated that same sentence over and over again in her mind since she had looked at the first positive test. Angela was sitting on the edge of the bath, her arms crossed over each other.
What would Adriano think? He always said he never liked children, she knew he wouldn't take it well. She could just feel it. Angela had always dreamed of having children but she wasn't quite sure whether she wanted things to go like this. If it was a boy would he be forced into the mafia like his father, Adriano? No, she thought to herself in a stern voice. If that was the case, she would do whatever it took to protect him from th
