Chapter 138

He sat in a hard plastic chair beside her bed, elbow resting on the edge of the mattress, his fingers wrapped around her wrist as if it were made of delicate glass. It was morning, and he hadn’t slept at all. Roman had dropped clothes off, and the nurses had let him use the shower in Sutton’s private room they had moved her to around eleven last night. Luca hadn’t left her for more than a few minutes; he couldn’t. He was so worried that if he turned his back on her for even one second, she might disappear. He could not lose her again. Even though he hadn’t realized he was in love with her the first time, he had still felt the loss of her when she had left. It was only then that he started to understand what she had truly meant to him. It hadn’t been a lightbulb moment at first; he had told himself it was the baby. But he had only been fooling himself. Sutton stirred; at first, it was just a twitch of her fingers. Then, there was a deep indrawn breath. Luca leaned closer. He watched as