The hours passed slowly. Victoria remained seated in the surgery waiting room, motionless, not even moving to go to the bathroom, waiting anxiously for any news about Salvatore’s health. Yet, absolutely no one said a word.

Jordano, meanwhile, stayed in the same position, leaning against the wall without uttering a sound, sharing the same anxiety as Victoria, though neither dared to break the silence.

Dawn had already arrived, and the wait was becoming unbearable. Victoria, curled up from pain and stress, decided to rise from her seat. Just then, the metal doors of the operating room opened, and a nurse emerged. Victoria turned toward her, startled.

"Are you relatives of...