Jonathan
Sophia's thing messed with me in a way I can't even explain. I was genuinely worried, truly. It felt like it was my own thing. I even felt guilty for not being able to do anything, for not being there as I thought I should have been. Nicole sent me a message saying the little one would need surgery, and when I read that, my heart stopped. My goddaughter, damn. She's my blood by consideration, a girl I saw being born, growing up. My heart went to my throat and stayed there, throbbing. My body was still at the corner, in the hustle, keeping everything under control, organizing the goods, overseeing the deliveries, but my mind... my mind was far away, spinning in the hospital, in the cold corridors, with the machines beeping and Urso's face with the world collapsing on his should
