Enrico paced the length of the hospital hallway, his footsteps echoing in the sterile space. His nerves were wound tight, every passing minute heightening his impatience. The driver had already informed him that Isabella was safely at the location, waiting for him.
The message was meant to ease his mind, but it only made the gnawing irritation worse. He had no intention of abandoning Carmen in a state like this, but the weight of being split between two obligations, Carmen’s unpredictable drama and Isabella’s unspoken expectations, was getting to him.
He clenched his fists at his sides, forcing himself to breathe deeply as he continued pacing in front of the ward where Carmen was being treated. The minutes stretched on endlessly, and just as he was about to lose what little patience he
