Luca:
"Fine, I will be there in a minute. I just don't understand why you had to fucking bring them wherever I am. Why do they need to be closer to me?" she yelled into the phone.
She stretched her neck forward, scanning the road to make sure no one was around.
"Yeah, yeah, they are sick. Then take them back home, okay? My father will take care of everything," she added sharply.
"Fine, I'm coming. Just keep them silent. I don't want to hear them cry when I arrive," she muttered.
As I stood there, I felt as if life had drained out of me.
She cut the call and let out a deep breath.
"Those little annoying pieces of shit. I should have killed them," she spat.
There was no guilt in her voice. No regret.
I stood frozen, listening to her words, trying to process what I had just heard.
The children were hers. That much was certain.
The father could be me, or he could be someone else.
