ADRIANO POV
She was asleep before we reached the hospital.
Not deeply. The kind of sleep that came from a body that had been refused it for too long and took the first available window regardless of where it was. Her head was against the window and her breathing had slowed and her hands, which had been shaking since I found her, had gone still in her lap.
I looked at them for a moment. Then I looked at the road.
Marco glanced at me from the driver's seat. I looked back at the road and he looked back at the road and neither of us said anything.
The hospital took two hours.
A private clinic. No waiting. A doctor I trusted and had used before who asked no questions about how she had come to have seven days of malnutrition, a bruised forearm, mild hypothermia, and the particular physical
