Chapter 65

Emiliana

I could hear the distinct sound of voices traveling through the darkness. Words were mumbled, jumbled into sentences I couldn’t quite make out.

It was the wave of nausea that awoke me, dragging me to a conscious state and thrusting me into bright lights and agony.

“Em!” Giovanni’s voice called to me, and when I blinked and turned my head, his green eyes brought me down to reality. They were red rimmed and tired, a torrent of emotions played on his face as he leaned forward and kissed my head and in my confused state, I couldn’t understand why.

I let my gaze wander. My eyes focused on the minute details around me.

A white room. Monitors. The incessant beep. The wires.

And all I felt was white hot pain shooting through my stomach.

“Gio?”

I felt him grip my hand, his face solemn and pained, like he had lost everything in the blink of an eye.

I could only vaguely remember what had happened. I remembered seeing my mother. I remembered parts of my conversation with my father, and