This was the longest two hours of my life.
The smell of antiseptic clung to me like a second skin, the cool hospital air swirled around, making me shiver despite the heat that burned beneath.
The whole time, I didn’t look at Roman, but I felt him beside me—solid, silent, infuriating. He was trying not to show it, but I knew he was restless. Glancing at the clock every few seconds, as if that would make the doctors work faster.
The past few weeks with Matteo started to play in my head, like a movie. I didn’t want this one to end in tragedy, my whole life was already one big joke.
I felt Roman look my way, his eyes on me, burning holes at the side of my face. I was normally comforted by his presence, but tonight, it was a reminder that Matteo was not sitting here with us.
“Alexandra,”
