Daciano
Opening the door to Rhea’s room is one of the hardest decisions I've had to make in a long time, and I actually do realize this when I hold the door's handle but cannot muster enough courage within me to turn it.
I look at the blood now at my feet and think of walking away, dreading what is on the other side of that door, until the sheer determination to face my fear and damn the consequences pushes me to, and there she is, my love, and the mother of my unborn child, wiping the blood off the injured leg of a little girl with gentle, delicate touches so as not to cause her any pain.
Her head immediately lifts up, and her eyes are wide with confusion as she stands to her feet, seemingly unharmed by all the chaos caused by the explosion, and with our baby safe and untouched as we
