𝐹inally, after singing lullabies for what felt like an hour, you managed to get the little baby to fall asleep in your arms. You sighed with relief as you placed her in the crib and saw that she lay still, sleeping peacefully. Silently, you left the room, gently closing the door behind you, leaving it slightly ajar to listen if the baby woke up and cried.

You went downstairs and finished cleaning the kitchen. With a sight, you glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost ten o'clock at night and Sonny hadn't arrived yet. He was still out there with his friends and associates, drinking and laughing loudly most likely, while you were taking care of the baby and the house. The dinner you had prepared was already cold, so you put it in the refrigerator, thinking that perhaps he had eaten somewhere else.

Some minutes later, you finally finished all your chores and went to the living room to sit on the sofa, you continued knitting some socks for your daughter, as winter was right around the corner. Around 10:30 at night, the front door opened, accompanied by the sound of male laughter, clumsy, heavy footsteps, and the clinking of empty bottles. You sighed, praying they wouldn't make too much noise that might wake the baby.

Sonny led his friends to his office, where they discussed business or played cards. Today, it seemed to be cards.

Sonny took a cold beer from the refrigerator and walked into the living room, seeing you sitting there. He came up behind you and leaned over to kiss your cheek.

— "Honey. Didn't think you'd still be awake." — he said casually, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes.

His shirt was almost completely unbuttoned, revealing his undershirt, the cross he always wore around his neck, and his suspenders.

— "The guys will only be here for a little while. You should go to bed." — he said as he stood up next to you, still sitting on the sofa, the beer bottle in his hand.