His Caged Luna
Helena spoke softly, grabbing hold of her hand.
“I like her,” she whispered quite loudly to Helena. Who smiled and took her off my thigh.
“I'm Gemma Caputo. What's your name?” She asked, stretching out her hand for a handshake.
Smiling genuinely for the first time in weeks, I took her hand
“Fiorella Domenico.”
“We finally found a sincere person,” I mumbled.
“A little girl,” Ella rolled her eyes.
“You bear the same name as my mother.”
“I do?”
“Yes,” Helena answered this time.
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