Chapter XXXI
Milan april 1928
Nicola brought many changes in Fosco’s and Clara’s lives. Fosco felt as if he had been shot out of himself, like when Clara had got into his life. The first few days he felt as if he was not inside his body. Every thought was for him, from the first moment he opened his eyes in the morning and looked at him sleeping in the cradle beside their bed, listening to the fast pace of his breathing. During the night he was awake every time the baby cried and would look at him quietly for fear that something could happen to him.
Clara was sleeping beside him, in a deep sleep in the attempt to get back her energy. If the crying did not stop, Fosco would shake her gently with the baby in his arms, after trying in vain to calm him down
-Clara, the baby…-
-Alright, I
