Salvatore shook his head, trying to process the doctor's words. "What… what baby are you talking about, Doctor?"

"You didn't know? The young lady was almost eight weeks pregnant. Are you the father?"

The question completely broke him. Of course, he was the father. And probably also responsible for the loss of that child who was just beginning to exist.

He stood up from the seat and walked to the end of the hallway, where Victoria lay resting. Carefully, he took her arm and turned her towards him. She was already awake, and tears streamed down her cheeks with a deep, piercing pain.

Salvatore felt like the most miserable man...