Chapter 11
The air hung heavy with anticipation as Grace hesitated, her fingers trembling as they hovered over the dial pad of her phone. She hadn't dialled Alessandro's personal mobile number; she had purposefully chosen to call his Paris apartment, the place where they had shared countless memories, where they had conceived their child. She wanted him to be there, to answer the phone and hear her voice.
Her heart raced in her chest, pounding with the weight of uncertainty and longing. What would she say if he picked up? Would he recognize her voice, or had the passage of time erased her from his memory? Would he be angry at her intrusion, or would he welcome the chance to hear from her?
But amidst her melancholy musings about the uncertainty of life and the future of her unborn child,
