ADRIANA'S POV
"How's he now?" I asked two days later when Michael entered the room in the casino.
I had thought about leaving. I was still thinking about leaving. But not before I made sure Vincenzo was okay. He was still in a coma, and every day that passed without him waking up felt like an eternity. I couldn't bring myself to step foot in that hospital room, but I had made Michael go instead. Every morning, every night.
Hale was already conscious. Grace was back in the mansion. Henry, Lord Rossi, and Julius were still in the custody of the LaRosa family. The world kept moving forward, but Vincenzo… he remained trapped between life and death.
Michael leaned against the wall, his face unreadable. "Same as always."
That wasn't an answer.
I exhaled sharply, burying my face in my hands. "What are the chances of him recovering soon?" My voice cracked slightly.
Michael hesitated. A split second too long.
I lifted my gaze to his, my heart pounding. "Michael?"
