"Six years. Not seven," Caterina said. Six. But what did it matter when the days all blurred together, and the months and years were indistinguishable. It was all just a blink of an eye anyways. Just a snapshot. And here was another snapshot, as Rina struggled to find words that seemed to pain her, and Rosario sat across from her, looking haggard and defeated.
What answer could possibly satisfy Rosario though? He'd pondered that himself a thousand times. She left him for someone else. She got bored but couldn't face him. Something else outside of his control whisked her away. All the what ifs in the world could never satisfy him though, and he doubted the truth would either. He just needed to hear it.
But what Rosario heard, he had never once imagined. His father, his own father, told her to leave. And she did, just for a hundred grand. Pocket change to someone like his father. More importantly, "Y- you were pregnant?" Rosario asked aloud, his voice tentative, as if he were testing to see if pieces of a puzzle fit together. "With...?"
