The weeks following Dario’s awakening blurred into a tapestry of recovery, adjustment, and quiet victories. The hospital had become a second home, but the day he was finally cleared for discharge felt like the true turning point. I stood beside his bed as the doctors gave the final approval, my hand in his as it had been through so many hours of uncertainty. The security detail had remained vigilant, but the immediate threat had passed. Rohan’s financial collapse and legal troubles had neutralized him as a danger, and the investigation into the shooting had yielded no direct links to him, though the suspicion lingered in the background like a shadow that refused to fully disappear.
Dario looked stronger each day, his color returning and his movements gaining confidence. He squeezed my han
