Carmine
I sat on the couch in the balcony of my room, staring into the morning sky, allowing the warmth of the sun to brush through my skin. I clutched my hands tightly around the glass of wine I held, my mind wandering through the events in the operating room. I inhaled sharply, taking a sip from my glass as the taste of the wine clashed on my tongue, closing my eyes as I took it all in.
A day has passed since Luciana's surgery, and I've finally been able to get the rest I deserve. I shut out every noise that came in yesterday, and right now, the thought of going back to my duties felt like a punch to my gut.
My body begged for more rest, but I couldn't give it that. But it's a good thing I felt relieved after such a long time, I thought.
Just then, a light knock on my door jolted me
