Sara slowly opened her eyes when she felt a sharp sting in her left hand. Tilting her head, she noticed an IV drip connected to her vein and looked up at the glucose bottle, it was almost empty.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she glanced around. Luca wasn't in the room. That alone brought her a sense of relief. "Did he call a doctor?" she murmured, recalling the harsh words she had thrown at him in anger.
Her gaze drifted to the wedding ring on her finger. 'For a year, I am now his wife. Dad could've stopped this, but he didn't.'
Just then, footsteps echoed, and she saw Luca standing at the door. His gaze fixed on her as he said, "She's awake. Remove the IV for her."
Marco walked in, giving Sara a small wave. "How are you feeling?" He settled into the chair beside her.
"Better," Sara replied softly. "You live nearby?" she asked.
"Yeah," Marco nodded, gently holding her hand. "It's going to sting a little. Bear with the pain."
