Chapter thirty.
She picked up one of the photograph from inside the box. It was the photo of a baby boy, smiling. She stared at it for a while before reaching for the a cloth in the box. It also was a baby cloth. She pressed them against her chest and wept bitterly. She could hear herself singing a lullaby and the voice of a baby giggling. She slowly lays on the bed, folding into herself, crying her eyes out.
Back at Luca's home, Jennifer was helping Carol out in the kitchen. It was already 5pm in the evening and they were trying to prepare dinner.
"Carol? l already told you to let me handle this. You don't need to stress yourself out by doing the cooking but you never listen." Jennifer queried.
Carol chuckled "you can't blame me dear. I'm not used to doing nothing besides you said it
