Shared Loss

Vincenzo's POV

I followed the doctor down the corridor on legs that didn’t feel like mine.

Everything around me was sterile white, bright, and too clean.

My shirt was still stained with Silvia’s blood.

The doctor stopped outside a small consultation room and gestured for me to sit.

I didn’t.

“Tell me,” I said.

His expression was the kind doctors used when there was no good version of what they we