Chapter 59

Alessio

It had been three days. Three days since everything went to hell, since we found Gian in that cold storage, and since Uncle…

I took a deep breath, burying my head between my hands as I sat in the hospital waiting area. I couldn’t stand being in Gian’s room anymore, especially not when he was the quietest I had ever seen him in my life.

I couldn’t blame him, and I hadn’t expected anything else from someone who had just lost a limb.

In the past, I would wish for him to turn it down a notch, but this was not what I meant. My fingers were wrapped tightly around the watch in my hand. The final thing I was able to retrieve from Uncle.

Everything that had happened felt like a cruel joke. It wasn’t just Uncle’s life that was taken, but in a way, Gian’s too. He was a fighter, always had been. The doctors had been optimistic at first, saying that if he were to pull through, there would be no guarantee that he could ever walk again, let alone function properly.

He had several cardiac arr