Your father had not come back.
Part of you was relieved.
Part of you hated yourself for being relieved.
At 1:00 p.m., Leonardo came to the hospital.
Not alone.
He brought his mother, two lawyers, a private doctor, and a bouquet of white roses.
Security stopped him outside the hallway.
You heard his voice before you saw him.
“Valeria is my fiancée. I have a right to see her.”
Damian stepped out of your room.
“No,” he said. “You don’t.”
Leonardo’s voice dropped.
“You think this is over because she got dramatic?”
Damian said nothing.
Evelyn Harrington spoke next.
“Mr. Salvatore, this is a family matter.”
Damian’s reply was cold.
“Then why did you bring lawyers?”
Silence.
You stood from the hospital bed despite the pain.
Your mother reached for you.
You moved away.
Wrapped in a robe, bruised and weak, you walked to the doorway.
Leonardo saw you.
His face changed instantly.
The anger vanished.
The performance began.
“My love,” he said softly.
Your skin crawled.
“Don’t call me that.”
He looked wounded.
