Arturo Salvatore

I just arrived in the city and met some people at college, one of them is Ana, who insisted on taking me to the nightclub, but man... Well, it wasn't the kind of place I would usually go to, but I decided to go anyway. Among the many dismissed men, there was one particularly quiet one sitting alone at the bar, drinking. I went over there, ordered a drink, and soon we were chatting. I lied, saying I was 25, and he said he was 45. Between conversation and drinks, we ended up in a motel bed. The night was intense, full of passion and desire; the chemistry was unique. The first time was careful and protective, but the others were like animals, skin to skin, which made everything even more enjoyable. The next morning he was no longer in bed, and I thanked God that I wouldn't have to see him again. That night had been an impulsive mistake, something she intended to forget as soon as she returned to her college routine. For weeks, everything seemed normal. Then the nausea started. At first, she blamed the stress of moving to the new city. Then came the constant tiredness and the delays that made her freeze in front of the calendar. The positive test appeared before his eyes like a death sentence. "No..." she whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed with trembling hands. I was pregnant...

45 years old