Elena Rossi pov
The gunshot shattered the silence.
I threw myself over my mother as glass exploded across the hospital room. Something struck my shoulder, sharp and hot, but I barely felt it. My only thought was keeping Lucia alive.
“GET DOWN!” Adrian roared.
Another shot tore through the window.
My mother screamed beneath me, clutching my arm with desperate strength. I dragged her toward the side of the bed, trying to shield her from the broken glass while Adrian overturned a metal trolley and shouted for the guards.
“Luca, the corridor!”
I heard running footsteps, then the unmistakable sound of gunfire.
Someone had breached the hospital.
Someone had come for my mother.
And whoever it was had known exactly where to find her.
“Elena,” my mother gasped. “The third child—”
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