“There’s an unoccupied consultation room open,” Enzo pointed out before we had a chance to sit down. “I suggest we take a few minutes to talk before the ladies arrive.” I nodded and followed Enzo with Matteo and Edoardo behind me. The tiny room was only about six feet square and contained four chairs and a small Formica table. Making the space feel even more confined, Matteo closed the blinds on the small window, secluding us from view. They weren’t going to kill me there at the hospital, but that didn’t make the scene any less intimidating. Edoardo looked like he wanted to rip my head from my shoulders and put it on a spike on his front lawn. I couldn’t blame him. Giada wouldn’t be on an operating table if it hadn’t been for me. “I appreciate you allowing me the opportunity to explain,” I
