Mirabella's Pov
I exhale a breath through my mouth as I come awake from an exhausting slumber. My eyes part open but remain in a narrowed slit as I gulp down my saliva to wet my throat.
My head is engulfed in a pang of pain as I attempt recalling the events of last night. "Matteo?" A whooshed whisper escapes my pained throat and I wince.
"Mrs. Denaro? I'm Beth, your nurse." She quickly checks my pulse and with a sigh of relief, she asks, "How do you feel?"
"Where's Matteo?" I throw a question right back at her, stammering and wincing through each word.
"Mr. Denaro is not here at the moment ma'am." She answers politely.
"Please call me Mirabella." The nurse—Beth—offers me a tight nod in agreement. "Did he come to see me? My husband I mean."
Her eyes light, her lips stretching into an
