CHAPTER FORTY-TWOGABRIELE’S POVTwo days had passed, but the house still felt like it was holding its breath.No one moved unless they were told to. No one spoke unless it was necessary. Even the guards had that tight, alert look in their eyes, like they were waiting for something to snap.Carmela had not woken up.They kept saying she was stable, that her body was holding on, that the worst had passed…but every time I looked at her, lying there too still, too quiet, it didn’t feel like a victory. It felt like a loss. Like something unfinished.I stood outside the medical room for a moment, watching her through the glass. The steady rise and fall of her chest should have been enough to calm me, but it wasn’t. It didn’t erase the memory of how close she’d come to dying. It didn’t erase the fact that someone had done this inside my house.“Don.”Angelo’s voice came from behind me, careful but firm.I didn’t turn immediately. “She hasn’t moved.”“She’s stable,” he repeated, as if that w
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