In the park
Tommaso and Laura had finally fallen asleep, curled up on the right side of the bed, their breaths intertwined.
I was sitting, overwhelmed, in an armchair and yawning.
“Let’s go for a walk!” Giulia’s whisper was low but clear.
She stopped at the bedroom door, a black leather jacket on the light t-shirt and a short black skirt that barely covered the top of her thighs.
“I thought I was getting some sleep,” I said in a compassionate voice.
Giulia tilted her head to…