The ICU room had become a world unto itself, separate from the city outside. Dario remained in the induced coma, his body fighting the damage from the two bullets that had nearly taken his life. The doctors had adjusted his medications again after the latest scans, but there was still no sign of him waking. I sat beside his bed, my hand in his, watching the monitors with a mixture of hope and exhaustion.
My mother noticed my fatigue and gently insisted I step away. “You need to refresh, beta. Go to the penthouse for a short time. Shower, change clothes, breathe. Your father and I will stay with him. Victoria is here too. We will call you the moment anything changes.”
I hesitated, not wanting to leave Dario’s side. “What if something happens while I am gone?”
My mother squeezed my should
