That morning, the sun seemed to shine differently, softer somehow, as though the city itself was pretending nothing had gone wrong the night before. Wrapped in my velvet robe, a warm mug of coffee cradled between my hands, I stood by the window and watched the city wake up. Cars rolled past. People hurried along sidewalks. Life went on, indifferent to the chaos still echoing in my chest.
Last night had been something else entirely.
Small arms wrapped around my waist from behind, tight and familiar.
“Mummy, good morning!”
I smiled despite myself, reaching back to pull him closer and smelling his hair. His hair grew out again, I made a mental note to schedule a hair cut for him. “Good morning, my baby. How was your night?”
“It was awesome,” Gianni said, then wrinkled his nose. “Until th
