Urso
I didn't sleep a wink. Not for a second. The entire night felt like an internal m******e, a silent and constant torture hammering inside my chest, as if everything could collapse at any moment. I might have been lying next to Nicole, with my body exhausted, but my mind... it was wide awake, desperate, and on high alert. Thinking about my daughter, her face sleeping alone in that ICU, the sound of the machines monitoring her breathing, the cruel uncertainty of whether she'd wake up alright, if she was in pain, if she remembered my voice. And even knowing that only after forty-eight hours would she have medical clearance to leave the unit, a part of me — the part of me that's a father, a protector, a beast — insisted on believing that something could change before then. That she wou
