Chapter 26
The hospital corridors seemed longer and more oppressive than Sofia remembered as she made her way to her father's room. Vincent walked a few paces behind her, a silent but reassuring presence. As they approached Marco Russo's room, Sofia paused, her hand on the door handle. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "I'll be right out here," Vincent murmured, taking up a position by the door. Sofia nodded, grateful for his support, and pushed the door open. The sight of her father, propped up in the hospital bed, hit her like a physical blow. Marco Russo had always been a larger-than-life figure in Sofia's eyes - powerful, intimidating, untouchable. Now, he looked small and fragile, his skin pale against the white sheets. His eyes lit up as she entered. "Sofia," h
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