Just then, another, louder knock sounded on the door. This time, it was more confident, less timid. My eyes met Isabella’s, and she giggled softly.
"Come in!" I called out, still holding Isabella close.
The door opened to reveal Marco. He stood there, a little taller than Isabella, with a shy smile playing on his lips. His eyes, so much like Faith’s, looked at me with a curious, expectant gaze.
My son. And the only thing I could think about was that one day, he would know. I was, of course, leaving it up to Faith to tell him, to choose the right moment. It wasn't my place to override her.
"Hello, Marco," I said, a soft smile on my face.
He took a step inside, then another, his gaze unwavering. "Hi, Astor," he began, then hesitated. He took a deep breath, puffed out his chest just a l
