Luca’s POV
I waited until I was sure she was asleep.
Her breathing had evened out, her face finally relaxing against my chest after hours—days—of unimaginable fear. One of the doctors quietly assured me they would continue treating the abrasions on her wrists and ankles while she rested.
"I'll be right back," I whispered, kissing her forehead.
She didn't stir.
For a moment, I simply stood there looking at her.
Even asleep, she looked exhausted.
Broken.
And somehow she still looked beautiful.
My wife was alive.
That thought was the only thing keeping me standing.
I climbed out of the ambulance and closed the doors behind me.
The cool night air hit my face.
Only then did I notice him.
Ethan was leaning against another ambulance a few meters away, his shirt streaked with dirt an
