Lalisa Manobal/gl
*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
About Lalisa Manobal/gl
*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 la...Read more