Chapter 31~ My Mess

Chapter 31

Vincenzo

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I didn’t need light to see her— she lay sprawled across the bed, her face pale, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. She looked tortured—forehead glistening with sweat, lips cracked and dry.

Vito stood by the window, arms crossed, his face etched with concern. “She hasn’t eaten in nearly two days,” he said quietly, keeping his voice low, maybe not to wake her. “I’ve tried, but she barely gets in a spoonful before clamping those stubborn lips shut.”

I found myself almost smiling, “Shouldn’t you be glad she’s finally giving your ear a break?”

“I should,” Vito conceded, “But she’s out of it most of the time. Between constantly checking if she still has a pulse and jumping in joy, I don’t know which is more tedious.”

The smile faded just as soon as it appeared, “Any improvement since the call?”

“Sleeping now, but that won’t last.”

I glanced at Stacy, her body limp, small and fragile against the massive bed. Her breathing was uneven, lik