Take me out. Let me sit opposite you while the candle burn as I look deep into your eyes. Take me out, flirt with me, brush your fingers lightly on my cheek. Take me out because you want to be alone with me."
~Sophie to Raphael~
Raphael
"Do you think it was a girl or a boy?" Romano asked, he was sprawled on my office leather seat the same one Sophie had slept on last week. His face on one arm rest while his feet rested on the other.
The pen I was holding dropped, turning my eyes to his face, I wasn't aware he or any of them had thought about the miscarriage, hell l didn't want to think about it but I did. Sometimes, those few times that I was alone or watching Sophie as she slept, I thought about it.
Was it a boy or a girl?
"I think it was a girl" I pushed my seat back, whirling it
