Dora left the hospital at a steady pace as she stepped into the car, even though every nerve in her body screamed for her to move faster—much faster—than she did. She wanted distance from the sterile smell of disinfectant, from the memories that clung to every corner of the building, and especially from the events that had unfolded only hours ago. But rushing would only draw more attention, and right now the last thing she wanted was anyone observing the quiet unraveling happening inside her.
Ettore entered the car right after her, settling beside her without saying a single word. His silence wasn't comforting. It was heavy, like a reminder of everything she wanted to forget. She kept her eyes glued to the window, watching the city blur by, and pretended not to feel the weight of his presence or the judgment she imagined simmering beneath his calm expression.
