LUCA’S POVI let the door click shut behind me in the hallway. The sound landed heavy in the quiet, marking a line I didn’t want to examine too closely. My phone vibrated against my palm—Lena’s name flashing—so I swiped to answer and lifted it to my ear as my feet carried me down the tiled floor.“Hey,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady. “Yeah, I’m on my way. Traffic was worse than I thought. Fifteen minutes, tops.”I pushed through the stairwell door as I spoke. Lena’s voice came back tight, edged with building frustration. “Fifteen minutes? Luca, you said you’d be here twenty minutes ago. The nurse already called my name once. I had to tell her you were parking.”“I know. I’m sorry. I’m leaving now.” The words came out even, but my free hand gripped the railing harder as I took the steps two at a time. I shoved open the ground-floor door and stepped into the morning air.The sun already felt warmer than it should. I crossed the lot toward my car, got in, and started the engine
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