“This life isn’t built for kids. You know that.”

Salvatore huffs, running a hand though his greying hair.

“They’d be a target the second they’re born. I can’t have that on my conscience.”

You’ve been pestering him for the last month about his thoughts on kids. On a family. You’re still young enough to want one. You haven’t got to experience the loss like he has… He doesn’t blame you.

“You’re not thinking this through. A family makes us vulnerable. Makes me vulnerable. I can’t afford that—not now, not ever.”