It had been a month.A month since the fire. Since I lost my men. Since Sofia slipped into a coma.I moved to my second house in Manhattan—one of the most expensive penthouses in the city. The place was high above the streets, private, secure. It had everything—floor-to-ceiling windows, marble floors, a rooftop pool. But none of it mattered. Not when Sofia was still lying in a hospital bed, unmoving.Every day, I visited her. Sat by her side. Watched the machines beep, the ventilator helping her breathe. The doctors said there was no telling when she’d wake up—if she’d wake up. But I refused to believe that.Then, today, everything changed.I was in her room, sitting in the chair like always, when I noticed it.A twitch.Her fingers. Slight, almost unnoticeable. But I saw it.I shot up from my seat. "Sofia?"For a second, nothing. Then, her eyelids fluttered. A shaky breath. A soft groan.Then, finally, her eyes opened.Relief slammed into me like a tidal wave. My hands clenched at my
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