Giovanni
Carla is asleep and I just sit here watching her, enjoying the solace she gives me. I’ve placed my hand on her growing belly and I can feel my little boy moving in her belly. This is honestly, the best feeling I’ve ever had and this is in comparison to taking over for my parents in Florida. I sit there admiring my little one kicking lightly as they move from side to side when I hear someone talking in the hallway, I reluctantly get up to see who it is outside my door. By the time I reach the door, the hallway is empty. I close the door behind me and walk down the hallway towards the attic, I stop once I get to the door and wait for my sister to pop out at me but she doesn’t. I climb the stairs and sit on the bench in front of the nameless photo, I stare at the woman in the pictur
