The next morning brought no clarity—just the soft hum of machines and the quiet breaths of a child asleep in a hospital bed.
Serena hadn’t slept all night.
She had sat in the hospital chair, arms wrapped tightly around herself, watching Leo breathe. She’d kept her distance from Alessio, but his presence had never truly faded. Even now, he stood by the window, silent and unmoving, as if he knew the world would never forgive him—but he still refused to leave it behind.
The sun spilled into the room, golden light slanting across Leo’s face.
Serena reached over, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. Her throat tightened.
So innocent.
So undeserving of the pain they’d both borne in silence.
A low knock startled her.
It was a nurse, bringing breakfast. Alessio moved to help but Se
