Chapter 50
In her arms, she held a swaddled baby. But it was odd, Henry noticed, the way she held the baby. Where he would expect her to cradle it close, she held it out and slightly away from her body, as if she hoped someone would come along and take over for her. Henry picked up the photo to peer more closely at it. This must be where the little boy came from, Henry thought. Vito was married at one point, or at least involved enough with this girl to have a baby with herHenry shook his head. Vito doesn’t look much older than I am right now. Hell, he barely looks old enough to drive.
He set the photo back down, thinking he could be wrong. But all the evidence pointed to what he was supposing—the protective way Vito had his hand on the girl’s shoulder, the pride and terror in his expression, which could very much indicate a new father.