Try Again

Vincenzo's POV

After the meeting with Dr. Palermo, I sat beside Silvia's hospital bed again.

She looked fragile in daylight. Not physically weak anymore, the transfusions had helped, but emotionally hollow.

"You remember Sicily?" I asked lightly.

Her eyes flickered. "Sicily?" she repeated.

"When we were kids," I said. "Your father yelling at us for climbing the olive trees."

A faint twitch of her