Dahlia’s POVA cold feeling slid down my spine.“Tell me what?” I asked.My voice came out weak, but it cut through the room like a knife.They both froze.Andrea turned first, her eyes widening when she saw I was awake. Dante followed slowly, his shoulders stiffening as his gaze met mine. The whispering stopped. The silence that replaced it felt heavy and wrong.Dante stepped toward me. His movements were slow, cautious, like he was approaching something fragile.“How are you feeling?” he asked gently.I swallowed. My throat was dry, raw from crying earlier. “I’m okay,” I said, even though it wasn’t true. I didn’t care about how I felt. Not really. My fingers curled into the blanket. “How is Luca?”Dante stopped beside the bed.He didn’t answer.Instead, he looked at Andrea.That single glance made my chest tighten painfully.“Dante,” I whispered. “Please.”He took a slow breath, like he was bracing himself.“He’s out of the ICU,” he said.For a moment, my mind didn’t understand the
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