اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
I lay in bed, waiting for Mo who has gone to put Sienna to sleep after she insisted, she has been using Sienna as an excuse to avoid me all night. I run my hands through my hair for the hundredth time. The door to our room opens and I sit up, looking at Mo who simply walks in and sits on the bed, her back towards me.
"Do you wanna talk bambina," I say carefully.
"I'm tired, I don't have anything to say anyway," she says weakly.
"What do you mean?"
"What am I supposed to say Luca? I don't even have the right to be mad at you right now, it was three years ago after all, and you didn't know about her. It's just a lot, and I'm just trying to process everything. We will see what we will do in the morning ," she says.
"I had my assistant book a paternity test before we get ahead of ourselves, first thing tomorrow morning. I...I don't think she's my daughter," I say, at an attempt to make the situation better. But it was true, her and I share no features, which happens, but she looks mixed, maybe her mother is biracial mixed with African decent, which I highly doubt, not that I would know, I don't even know her surname. All I get in response from Mo is a huff before getting into bed and turning off the light.
I lay silently, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours before the ringing of my phone filled the room. I quickly reach for it and answer to stop the ringing.
"Mr Bianchi," the voice says sternly
"This is him, how can I help you," I say just as sternly.
"I'm Sargent Graham, your presence is urgently required at the apartment of Sabrina Holman, she says you are the only person who can stop her from committing sucide,'
"Does she not have family?" My voice laced in annoyance.
"Her family has been informed and will be landing tomorrow, this is urgent"
Fuck. "I'll be there as soon as possible," I say before ending the call, running my finger through my hair what felt like the millionth time tonight.
How did my life get to this in a couple of hours. I get dressed in sweats and a hoodie and go to shake Mo. "Baby, I have to go."
She lets out a moan, half asleep. "Where are you going?"
"I need to go to Sabrina's house, I got a call from the cops that she is demanding for me."
"Fucking hell, just fucking sort your shit out," she says, evidently frustrated.
"I'm sorry baby, I promise I will," I say, kissing her forehead and leaving.
What am I even supposed to do in this situation, aren't the cops trained to deal with situations like this.
I call the Sergeant upon realising I have no idea where this girl lives. It takes me about fifteen minutes to reach her place.
