The heavy silence followed us with a startled intake of breath from Dante’s side as his wide eyes looked at me. He was probably wondering why would I slap Silvio when I had been crying and worrying for the past week.

That night Seb forcefully locked me in the room when I refused to cooperate. After that day, I refused to talk to him or even eat anything. When the fatigue started getting to me, I lost consciousness on the third day, and Margaret got me on IV.

By the fourth day, she started coaxing me into eating saying how I needed to think about my patients first.

I obeyed....