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“My wife.”
“My name is Fabio, I’m doctor Argosa’s intern.”
“I don’t give a fuck who you are! Where is my wife?”
The young man squeaked in his shoes.
“Surgery.” He mumbled. “Doctor Argosa is taking the bullet fragments out right now.”
I was breathing. I could hear breath sounds, but I couldn’t feel any air coming in.
“She’s… she’s alive.”
“Yes, for now.” I looked at him with death in my eyes and his face went white as snow. “I mean, Mrs. Fiori will be… Dr. Argosa is doing everything he can. One of the bullets missed her heart, but damaged her lung. She’s in good hands, but we can’t be sure until it’s done.”
“You don’t sound sure.”
“I’m… we can’t be until the surgery is done…”
“Be sure.” I growled. “When you talk about my wife, be sure. And go tell that doctor that she needs to live or I’m burning this place to the ground with all of you inside.”
When the doctor left, he was almost running away and I found the closest wall to lean into and sighed.
“Patrone.” Yannis put a hand on my shoulder. “They have a private waiting room ready for you.”
“Where?”
“A few floors up, close to the recovery unit.”
“Take me.”
The room was not big, but it had enough privacy because the windows were covered with thick blinds. Chiara was already there, sitting in a chair and she got up the moment I walked in.
“I’m so sorry. Salvatore, I am so, so, sorry.”
I looked at her face and saw the paths tears had left behind.
“Chiara…”
“I told her we should leave. I… I don’t know what I was thinking. All I wanted was an hour… some breathing room… I had too much wine. I am so sorry. So sorry.”
She hid her face in my chest and repeated those damn words through sobs. I wanted to comfort her, but I only had a little amount of compassion in me and I was selfish with it. I kept it all for Grazia and I.
“Chiara, go sit down.”
“I… I don’t think I can live with this. If Grazia…”
“She will live. Do you hear me? She’ll get through this.”
“Yes.” Her lips quivered. “Yes, she will.”
“Come sit with me.”
I took my cousin’s hand in mine and led her to the couch. The trembling in her mirrored in my chest. We were both on the verge of collapsing.
“Salvatore, what did I do? How could I? I know better. You taught me better.”
“What happened there today? Talk to me.”
