Chapter fourty-five

Charles

"Today, he went out and came back sober. Called me a whore, pushed my baby that I was breast feeding off my arms, that the baby fell to the floor and got injure of his forehead..." The rest of Lolita's words were inaudible because she was still sobbing violently.

Something sharp hit my senses that my eyes widened right at that instant, and I was forced to pull away from the hug, just so I could take a look at the baby I was carrying. True to Lolita's words, he had a sharp bruise on his forehead, that had dried blood there. But he wasn't crying anymore. His hurricane wails and subsided, and he was staring up at me with huge baby eyes. As if trying to figure out something about me.

His mother had abandoned my own daughter, when she was even younger than him. Kept her in the fridge to die. I knew that was supposed to make me not to feel sorry for her and her baby, but I could not. The baby was so innocent. It wasn't e