Page 160 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

Enzo drops into the chair beside her anyway, opening the food bag.

“You should eat.”

“Fuck you.” “That’s the spirit.”

The hospital doors slide open before she can answer.

Atelia rushes in. And the second her eyes find me, she breaks.

“Robert…” She crosses the room fast enough to almost trip over herself.

She stops in front of me, bringing both hands to my face immediately. Her eyes scan me frantically like she’s checking for damage.

“How are you?” She asks breathlessly, already crying. “Talk to me.”

I can’t answer properly. And it's not because I don’t want to. But because I genuinely don’t know.

I haven’t felt solid since the phone call.

Atelia exhales shakily, pressing her forehead briefly against mine before pulling back again.

“Whoever did this…” Her voice fractures violently. “I swear to God, Robert, I’ll kill them with my bare hands if I have to.”

“I’ll do it,” Enzo cuts in calmly from his chair. “You did the last family.”

Aisha’s head snaps toward them so fast I almost hear it.

“You people need a psychiatric evaluation,” she blurts out, throwing her hands into the air. “Seriously. Actual professional help.”

“What?” Atelia asks.

“You’re talking about murder like it’s a group project.” Aisha stares at them in disbelief.

“It’s an emotional moment,” Enzo replies reasonably.

“That does not make it better.”

“At all,” Atelia agrees.

Aisha makes a strangled sound somewhere between outrage and exhaustion before collapsing back into her chair dramatically.

Normally, this scene might pull a laugh out of me, but it's barely scratching the surface.

Because the doors down the hallway still haven’t opened.

And every second they stay closed feels like standing at the edge of another fire waiting to see what survives this time.

It'smidnight when the doors finally open.

The doctor steps out first, exhaustion merged into the lines around his mouth, gloves gone now, glasses slightly crooked like he’s forgotten they’re there.

“How are they?” I’m already moving before he fully reaches us.

“Easy.” The doctor looks between all of us briefly. “The mother is awake.”

My lungs unlock for half a second.

Beside me, Aisha breaks into a sob so intense it folds her forward.