My eyes filled with tears for the first time in years.
'God, please, save her.'
As we waited to hear from the doctors who had taken Aria to the theater to remove the bullet in her stomach via surgery. My tears fell on my clasped hands. All the emotion I had forced myself not to feel bubbled over.
"Don’t cry, Pietro," Ardo said, tapping my shoulder. "She'll be fine. I promise you."
I nodded miserably. I've never felt this much vulnerable or defenseless in my entire life. "I can't lose her, Edoardo," I said in panic.
"You won't." He replied.
Carlo was standing right beside me, silent. But his reassuring arm remained rested on my shoulder. Everything had moved so fast and for the first time in years, I realized what being powerless and out of control truly felt like.
I clenched my
