Enzo's POV
I slipped my arms beneath her limp, exhausted body and lifted her up. She didn't fight me. She didn't have the strength to. Her head fell heavily against my shoulder, but her body remained completely stiff, refusing to mold against mine the way she used to.
I carried her straight into the adjoining bathroom. The marble space felt freezing compared to the heat of the bedroom. Keeping one arm securely around her waist, I turned on the taps to the massive jacuzzi tub, letting warm water fill the basin. I grabbed a soft washcloth, soaking it under the warm stream, and then sat on the edge of the tub, pulling her onto my lap.
She stared straight ahead, her eyes completely blank and fixed on the tiled wall.
Gently, as if she were made of glass, I began to wipe away the dried
