Mia Bianchi
Despite multiple attempts, I couldn't reach Noah on his cell phone. With a heavy sigh, I turned to my dad for comfort. "So?" he asked, concern etched on his face. I shook my head in defeat. "He's not answering." My mom interjected, placing a comforting hand on my dad's arm. "Maybe he doesn't want to be here to watch," she said softly. "After all of this, we'll have to worry about picking up the pieces with Noah. Luciano won't be well, and I'm afraid for him."
Feeling a tightness in my chest, I walked back into Irina's hospital room where Vladimir Volkov and his wife were already present. Vladimir sat at Irina's bedside with his elbows resting on his knees and hands covering his face. The room was filled with the low hum of machines keeping Irina alive. It pained me to see my
