PABLO
I am with Violeta in her room, and she has been awake for over twenty minutes now. I am sitting on the armchair next to her bed, holding hands and we are having a serious conversation. She is about to go to the maternity room to deliver our baby, and I cannot even hide my nerves – I am scared.
“How are you feeling right now, Bambina?” I ask her.
“I wouldn’t say okay, but I am a little better,” She says in a raspy voice. “How are you?”
“You do not have to worry about me right now, let us focus on you, sweet cake,”
She sighs and closes her eyes for a moment and then opens them again.
“I am worried about Mia. She looked very scared in the car; I wonder how she is,”
“She is okay. You know that she gets along with Aunty Rella and Uncle G,”
“Has Gabriele left?”
“Yeah, he
