When he mentioned me and our child, not a trace of tenderness flickered in his eyes. As if we were merely vessels to house that heart.
“Don’t worry, son. I’m keeping a close eye on her. There won’t be any problems. As for you, take some time to call and comfort her.”
Lorenzo, who was gently soothing the child, said impatiently, “Shut up! If Marcello’s mom hears you, she’ll just get angry again.”
Natalie was stunned for a moment. Her eyes darted nervously.
“Finding a suitable heart isn’t easy. I’m just nagging for Marcello’s sake.”
Before Lorenzo could respond, the door swung open. A soft female voice drifted in, “Honey, are you done with your call? It’s time for Marcello’s medicine.”
His face was filled with embarrassment. He hurriedly stood up, holding the child and reached out to hang up.
The long-haired woman who pushed the door open stopped him. “Don’t hang up yet. I need to remind Mom of a few things.”
I broke out in a cold sweat when the phone camera focused on the long-haired woman. Every hair on my body stood on end, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at me.
“Mom, she’s almost eight months pregnant. Make sure you remember all the precautions I told you.”