Sins of the Father

Arturo’s car pulled to a slow stop in front of Chiara’s apartment. The neighborhood was quiet. He stepped out, his eyes scanning the building before heading up the stairs.

By the time he reached her door, he could hear faint movement inside.

He knocked twice.

The door opened halfway, revealing Chiara. Her face was pale, her eyes swollen as though she’d cried herself dry.

She froze when she saw him