#Chapter10

Dante Magghio

Dario scrutinizes me for a few seconds before handing me over to Dante. I guess he’s pondering whether or not it’s appropriate for me to hold his son in my arms.

I understand.

He’s been alone these past few months.

It’s something that, as coldly as he expresses it, I know it must not have been easy to raise the baby alone and come to terms with the loss of his wife in the same way.

“Do you know how to hold babies?”

“No.” I can’t help but be honest. I’ve never held children after adulthood.

With my sister, me being three years older, I don’t remember...