CARLOTTA
I watched Kia sit down on the couch, with Klara cuddled up close to him. Her eyes shone with happiness, which was a big change from the fear I saw earlier.
I had always imagined an image of Klara and Kia together. There was joy within me, but I felt more anger over joy.
Maybe it was due to the circumstance they found out they were blood related. Telling Kia about Klara was never an option, but I had a feeling he knew Klara was his daughter right before I told him she was.
“Think happy thoughts,” I said to myself.
“Sara, please get us dinner,” I said to her.
“Okay, be right back.”
“Kia, can you please come over here.” I said.
“For what, just say whatever you want to say.”
“I can't say it in front of the child,” I replied, giving him a signal that Klara was here.
“Okay. Sw
