Fading Breath

Back in the Ferraro household, Alessio staggered back, shock rippling across his face. “Mom—” he breathed.

Mrs. Ferraro’s chest rose once, then didn’t.

“Oh God—oh God, no, no, no…” Alessio dropped to his knees beside her, his hands shaking violently. “Mom? Mom, look at me. Please—please wake up.”

Chiara rushed forward with a towel and bucket of water, wiping her forehead. “She collapsed—Alessio, s