Ayla
I tried to keep my eyes glued to my monitor this morning, ignoring the dull throb in my bandaged finger. But my focus snapped when I saw Angela standing in the middle of the room, looking visibly anxious.
"Maya, how’s your daughter doing?" Angela’s voice broke the silence.
Maya, sitting across from me, rubbed her pale face. Her eyes were swollen. "Her fever hasn't broken since last night. The doctor says she needs to stay in the hospital for observation. I... I’m so sorry, but there’s no way I can leave Palermo right now."
Angela let out a long, hesitant sigh. "The problem is, the meeting with Sofia Ricci can’t be pushed back. She’s notoriously demanding. If we don’t show up at her place in Syracuse tomorrow for the site survey and initial presentation, she’ll scrap the contract w
