Salvatore DiMarco
James walked into the hospital, followed by a man in a nurse's outfit. “Sir, I'll be staying out, and a private nurse will be monitoring her at all times.” James, the ever-efficient man, walked into the hospital with a trained nurse to alleviate my wife's sorrows and worries.
“Alright, you have my number, and I will remove the sleep mode, so if there is anything, anything at all, you call me,” I said, and they nodded.
“Sienna, let's go,” I said, and she nodded.
“Thanks,” she said to both men who would be covering for us, so we could get some sleep.
I laced my fingers with hers, and a car was waiting for us. “To my loft,” I said to the driver, and he nodded.
“Sir, the loft doesn't have food… we didn't have time to stock it,” he said, and I nodded. This was all
