GIOVANNI’S POV
"That's it." Enzo's arm came around my shoulders, supporting my weight. "Everyone, give us some space. Gio, come on. Let's get you upstairs."
I let him guide me because my legs weren't working properly anymore.
"My child," I kept saying. "Enzo, my child is out there."
He squeezed my arm. "I know. We'll find them. Both of them."
We reached my room and he steered me toward the bed. I collapsed onto it, my head in my hands.
"But Claire is right, the probability of finding her after this long-“ he broke off, shaking his head.
"Jo." I looked up at him. "Don't tell me it's impossible."
"I was going to say it's slim," he said quietly. "Very slim.”
"She has my child inside her!" The words came out as a roar. "I don't care how slim the odds are. We will find her and bring
