ZESA RUSSO
The following day, I carried up a tray of food for Levi. He had had nothing to eat since Marie came over and it was time for lunch. It seemed his mother’s words only chased away his appetite. I entered the room and closed the door. Levi was seated on the floor, resting his back on the bed with his head in his hands. He’d been like that since his mother left; downcast. I placed the food on the nightstand and sat beside him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, pulling my legs up to my chest.
He forced a smile when he caught my eyes. “I have disappointed her.” He told me, “She had never looked at me like she did today. The way she glared at me made me feel worthless; a disgrace. I understand I fell in love with the wrong woman and even got her pregnant, but am I at fault fo
