The day after, Maurice Boscorelli was in car with his co-worker Faith. After the 11/09, Maurice was changed, he was more…introverted. Faith knew this, and also if that day he looked more strange than usual, sah didn't speak, she knew how he was and he felt, but she understood something was wrong with… or for.. him.

"Have you got some problems? What did I do?" she asked lightly angry.

"What? What the evil are you talkin' about?"

"I'm talking about the fact today you looks very… strange. These are the very first words in the entire day, and we are going to finish our shift in less than 1 hour…"

"It's.. listen, it haven't nothing to do with you, ok?" Faith understood he was very angry, more than her before, but he was a member of her family. For her children, he was "Uncle Bosco". Damn, she thought , you are a family member, it have to do with me! Why don't you understand? I'm here for you, we're friends, I can help you…why don't you decide to trust in someone?

"Answer me: when I have a problem, before to speak to my husband, who is the very first person I speak with?"

"maybe…me? – he answered lightly sarcastic – listen, I don't want to speak, really. PLEASE."

Please? He asked me please? And he remarked it.. he doesn't tell please to someone… never!

She decided to stop herself. She made no questions, she was in silence. She decided to wait for the moment he was ready. And some days after, he was. It was midnight, when he knocked at her door.

It was raining, he was wet through, without any umbrella.

"Bosco, what are you doin' here? Come in, let's go!"

"I.. I need to speck with someone. Did I disturb you or…"

"Oh no, no.. I'm alone, Frank and the children are with my mother-in-law… but what happened? You look desperate…" she made him arrange on the old blue sofa in the dining room.

"I…I… I don't know how begin…- he stopped himself for a few seconds and then he continued – what do you think about me?"

"About you? You mean, as a policeman, as person, as a friend…"

"as person. What do you think about me as a person."

"Listen, Maurice, I don't know what's happening, but…"

"FAITH, PLEASE, ANSWER MY QUESTION" he screamed standing up.

Faith was worry. Two times "please" in a day? He wasn't him. There was necessarily a problem, maybe a big problem.

"Oh, you're not a saint, but you're a good person, you are also able to feel human feelings, sometimes. You are a good friend, that's sure, and one of the best policemen I've ever known.."

"And…as a family member? What do you think?" he became stranger and stranger. Faith felt he was insecure about something, but what?

"Maurice – he called him with his first name, sweetly – I can't help you if you don't tell me what's happening…"

"Ok, but let me finish, and please don't interrupt… "

He made a moment's rest and then he began to tell in great detail…

"I don't know if you remember Megan Donovan. She was a doctor at the Country General, in the e.r.. I met her about 3 years ago…. Do you remember her?"

"Yes, I remember her… she left you some months after you two began to go out together."

"Yes… I liked her, really, she was, I don't know, special…but she left me, her work, and also her house…"

"I didn't know that…"

"Yes, I tried to speak with her, I went at the hospital, and they told me she left; I tried to telephone, but she didn't answer, and after some time the number became inexistent; I went at her house but she was go away. I thought, doesn't matter, she is not the unique girl, she is not the one, she is a stupid et cetera et cetera. After some months, she wasn't still a problem. I closed. But some days ago…" he stopped himself for a few minutes, he began to look outside the window. Faith decided to break the promise and asked him what was happened some days before.

"Bosco, what's happened? Tell me, or I can't help you…"

"Some days ago, Megan knocked at my door. She was still in N.Y., now and also during the last 3 years. She was in contact with some friends we've in common, -real friends who know where she was and how I felt for her and told nothing – and she discovered I was at ground zero. She imagined it, but the gave her a confirm. She decide to get out of the conscience a little secret."

"A secret? What are you talking about?"

"She came and told to me she was pregnant when she left everything. Naturally, she was pregnant of me, and she decide to kept it secret. To me."

"What… what are you trying to tell me, Bosco, you've a child?"

"A son. Michael. He is 2 years old. And he have not a father for his mother's fault…"

"Michael like your brother?"

"Like her father, but for me it's the same. I mean, maybe she was thinking also at me and my family when she gave him the name…"

"Maurice, I know what are you thinking. What does she want? It's natural and logical. But now you've to think to something else. WHAT DO I WANT? You must understand this. "

" I'm frightened, Faith…"

"About be a father? have a son? About what? Maurice, listen, now you must grow and take the most important decision of your life…"

"no, no, no! you don't understand! I'm frightened about me! You know my father… how he was. What if I was like him? Do you imagine a children's life with such a father?"

Faith embraced a crying Maurice in her arms and tried to comfort him.

"Maurice, I Know your family, but I also know you. Since we are friends, since the times of the academy, I thought you were a good person, a playboy, sure, but a good person. I didn't think to you like a father. For me, you were one of those men who die without a family. But, also, I didn't think you had faced the death like you did with all of us under the towers… that day everyone changed. You changed, also if you don't want to admit. Maybe this is the way you change…"

"I took my decision, Faith…"