The morning light streamed through the curtains as Nevaeh sat at the breakfast table, her mind a tumult of emotions. She forced a smile as Livio took a seat next to her, concern etched across his face.
“Nevaeh, you look like you haven’t slept,” Livio observed, reaching for her hand. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m fine,” Nevaeh replied, though her voice betrayed her. “Just worried about Neer.”
Livio nodded, understanding. “We’ll see him soon. Maybe that will ease your mind.”
Nevaeh nodded, though the unease in her heart remained. As they ate breakfast, the absence of David and Riccardo was palpable. Alsandro, her father, looked at her with gentle eyes.
“They’re at the hospital,” Alsandro explained, noticing her glance. “Taking care of things.”
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