Leonardo's POV
I stepped into the quiet penthouse, the weight from the hospital still sat heavy on my shoulders. Valentina had fallen asleep in her room after hours at her mother’s bedside.
I had simply sat with her until her breathing evened out and the exhaustion on her face made my chest tightened, as I rubbed her tumb slightly.
The door to her room was still open a few inches. I stood there for a moment longer than I should have and listened to the soft rhythm of her breathing. She looked smaller in sleep and the sharp edges she had developed over the past weeks softened into something closer to the woman who used to leave notes on my desk.
I pulled the door closed gently and walked to the kitchen. I poured a glass of water and kept it on the counter, as I stood by the large wi
