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Intro. There it was. my love. My Noah. It had taken him too long to decide to come out of the shadows, but he couldn't take it anymore. Every day without touching her, without smelling her skin, without seeing how she put her hands on her belly with that delicacy... I was rotting inside. The house was exactly as I had observed it in the last few weeks. Her routine, her silences, the dishes she sometimes left unwashed because she cried in the shower. I knew everything about you, Noah. And yet, to see you standing up, in a robe, holding a gun as if you could actually use it against me, was... almost touching. "Good night," I said, calmly, letting my fingers tap the chair with a gentle cadence, as if I weren't breaking into your damn sanctuary. My wine glass rested like an extension of my hand. My eyes went down to your belly. So round. So perfect. "And good night to my baby too." \I saw you tremble. Your fingers clenched the weapon, but you hesitated. Of course. Because deep down, I know

Lalisa Manobal/gl

@Noah