Chapter 84

|| SANCIA's POV || The soft hum of the hospital filled the room, punctuated by the occasional beep of the monitor beside Vincenzo’s bed. He lay there, still pale but alive, his chest rising and falling steadily as he rested. I sat in the chair beside him, my fingers loosely intertwined with his. Even in his unconscious state, his presence grounded me, reminding me that despite everything, we’d made it through.