Brought to His Knees

CHAPTER 90.

Dante sat on the chair next to Genevieve’s bed, his fingers laced with hers as if letting go would mean losing her forever. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor echoed through the sterile hospital room, but he barely heard it. All he could hear was the agonizing silence—the silence of her unconsciousness, the silence of her absence, the silence of his own torment.

“I am sorry,” he whisp