While My Daughter Burned to Death, My Husband Soaking in A Hot Spring Chapter 10

While My Daughter Burned to Death, My Husband Soaking in A Hot Spring Chapter 10

Serena used the money Enzo had earned to pay for the child’s bone marrow transplant.

The surgery succeeded.

The child was saved.

Serena was sentenced to life in prison for first-degree murder.

Enzo was an orphan and had no other relatives.

The police contacted me and asked me to claim the body.

They handed me Enzo’s belongings.

A worn wallet.

A set of keys.

A phone with a cracked screen.

I opened the phone case.

Inside was a photograph.

Aurora.

It was taken on her third birthday.

She was smiling like a flower.

I could not hold back anymore.

I crouched on the floor and sobbed.

Enzo, you killed our daughter.

You worked yourself to death for another man’s child.

And even after death, you carried her photo with you.

You didn’t deserve her.

You never deserved her.

After Enzo was cremated, I scattered his ashes into the Tyrrhenian Sea.

He did not deserve to stay with Aurora.

After Aurora died, I kept having nightmares.

In my dreams, Aurora stood in the flames, reaching out to me and crying, “Mommy, it’s so hot… save me…”

I reached for her desperately, but I could never touch her.

After Enzo died, I had a different dream.

In the dream, Enzo knelt before Aurora and lowered his head.

“Aurora, Daddy is sorry. Will you forgive me?”

He reached out, wanting to hold her.

Aurora stepped back and avoided him.

“You’re not my daddy. Other people’s daddies love their own children.”

“I only have Mommy.”

She turned and ran toward me, throwing herself into my arms.

“Mommy, I missed you so much. Can you hold me again?”

Before, I could never touch her.

This time, I truly held her tiny body in my arms.

She was warm, with the scent of milk and honey.

I stroked her hair again and again.

“Baby, Mommy missed you too.”

“In the next life, be Mommy’s baby again, okay?”

She nodded happily.

“I already talked to the angel in charge of sending children into the world. I’ll be your daughter again next time.”

Enzo chased after us from behind.

“Aurora, in the next life, let Daddy be your daddy too, okay?”

Aurora held my hand and ran.

She did not look back.

Today was the first anniversary of Aurora’s passing.

After visiting her grave, I went to an orphanage in western Sicily.

After the divorce, I had donated most of my money to this orphanage.

Whenever I had time, I came here to see the children.

Today, the director told me that two days ago, someone had left a cardboard box at the orphanage gate.

Inside was a newborn baby girl.

The baby would not stop crying, and no one could soothe her.

“Director, let me hold her.”

The moment I held her in my arms, she suddenly stopped crying.

She opened her dark, grape-like eyes and looked at me.

Soft little sounds came from her mouth, and her tiny hand grabbed my finger.

She looked exactly like Aurora in my memory when she was small.

I knew.

She had come back.

The End.