Jessica leaned back against the sterile hospital pillows, her hand resting protectively over her stomach. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional murmur of voices from outside the door. The silence, once a comfort, now felt oppressive, feeding her growing sense of unease.
Her thoughts circled back to the conversation she had overheard between Armando and Dante earlier. Despite his reassurances, Jessica couldn’t shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. The visible increase in security, the tense looks exchanged between the guards, and Armando’s sharp focus during his calls all pointed to a threat looming over them.
Jessica wasn’t naive. She knew the kind of life her husband led, the kind of dangers that came with being the head
