Chapter 10

Sophie’s relationship with me continued.
Slowly.
Not as daughter.
Not as replacement anything.
Sometimes she came with Victoria.
Sometimes Noah visited her.
She called me Raffaele.
Good.
One day she asked:
“Did you ever want me to call you Dad?”
Hard.
“Maybe someday, if it happened naturally.”
She nodded.
“Mom wanted it fast.”
“I know.”
“I already have a dad.”
Even if absent.
“Yes.”
“Can I have two?”
“If you choose.”
She thought.
May you like
“Not now.”
Perfect.