The night was quiet.
Matthew’s car stopped in front of the villa and the headlights turned off. He opened the door and got out.
Passing through the front yard to the door of the villa, he pushed it open to reveal the living room that was lit with soft yellow night light. It was quiet as if everyone had already gone to sleep; there was no sound.
He took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa. Pulling at his collar, he walked towards the room where Samuel slept.
Pushing open the door he saw that the light was still on. Dolores was lying on one side of the bed with Simona in her arms.
Simona’s eyes were red as if she had just cried. She was sleeping but still sobbing occasionally.
Matthew hadn’t come back. She had sat on the sofa to wait for him and had not wanted to sleep.
No matter what Dolores tried, she couldn’t coax her.
When it was almost midnight, she was still unwilling to sleep even though her eyelids were drooping sleepily. Dolores picked her up and took her to the room but she burst into tears and asked Dolores if her Daddy didn’t want her anymore.
Dolores had hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, and she had told her that it wasn’t true.
But she hadn’t believed her. Children raised by a single parent were insecure like this, Simona was no different.
She kept saying while buried in Dolores arms that she was a child without a father.
She had cried and Dolores had cried with her.
Later she was tired from crying and had fallen asleep in Dolores arms.
Dolores kept hugging her, not letting her go and had fallen asleep with her.
Samuel was sleeping on the other side of the bed. The bed was wide so the three of them didn’t look crowded. Matthew walked over and gently removed Dolores arm from around Simona and wrapped it around his neck. He wrapped his own arms around her waist and picked her up.
Dolores felt that someone was moving her. She opened her eyes and saw that it was Matthew. She said sleepily, “You…”
He shushed her with a look.
Dolores swallowed the words back and let Matthew take her out of the room.
Matthew took her upstairs.
“Did you drink?” Dolores asked him.
The smell of alcohol on his body was very strong, mixed with perfume.
Dolores lowered her eyes, “Who did you drink with?”
He didn’t want to mention Maria so he said, “No one you should be worried about.”
Dolores smiled but said nothing.
Looking at her care-free smile, Matthew asked, “Why the smile?”
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