Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Dominic’s POV

After the meeting with Dr. Ferraro, I sat beside Alessia’s hospital bed again.

She looked fragile in daylight. Not physically weak anymore, the transfusions had helped, but emotionally hollow.

“You remember Sicily?” I asked lightly.

Her eyes flickered. “Sicily?” she repeated.

“When we were kids,” I said. “Your father yelling at us for climbing the olive trees.”