The hospital entrance was a flurry of activity as Dante pulled up to the emergency bay. He barely had time to put the car in park before he was out of the driver’s seat, rushing to open the back door.
“Help! We need help here!” he called out, his deep voice cutting through the din of the hospital.
A pair of nurses hurried toward them, pushing a gurney. Dante carefully lifted Jessica from the car, her body unnervingly still in his arms. Maria trailed behind, carrying Alvaro, whose cries had grown softer but no less insistent.
“What happened?” one of the nurses asked as they transferred Jessica onto the gurney.
“She fainted,” Dante said, his voice tight. “She’s been overworking herself, hasn’t been eating or sleeping properly.”
Maria chimed in, her voice shaky. “She’s been pale
