ALESSANDRO’S POVI woke up with a jolt and found the room too quiet. The afternoon light had shifted across the floor, and the chair beside my bed sat empty. Adriana was gone, Rocco was gone, Garcia was gone. Only Liora was in the room, standing near the window as she scrolled through her phone. I instantly felt fear hit me harder than the residual pain in my chest. I pushed myself upright, ignoring the pull of the stitches. “Where is Adriana?” I asked, my voice dripping with panic. Liora looked up, her brows raised. “What?” “Where is Rosa?” I repeated, my voice rougher than I intended. She set the phone aside and gave me a patient look. “Relax, Aless. You were right here when she left with Mama to see Luca. They have not come back yet.” That was correct. I remembered they left together to the pediatric unit, I was awake before whatever that nurse gave me knocked me out cold. But still the absence stretched longer than it should have, and unease began to settle under my ribs. Th
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