Marisol Delko Csi Miami Romane & Geschichten

The room smelled faintly of antiseptic, the sterile white walls making everything feel colder. Marco stood beside her, his hand resting over hers. The door swung open, and a middle-aged woman with sharp but kind eyes walked in, clipboard in hand. "Good morning, Delilah. I’m Dr. Patel," she introduced, her voice professional yet warm. Delilah managed a weak handshake. "Nice to meet you, Doctor." Dr. Patel turned to Marco. "And you are…?" "Marco," he replied smoothly, his grip on Delilah’s hand tightening ever so slightly. "Marco Donato. Her husband."