Mackenna sobbed as she clutched the pillow to her chest. She had woken from her nap with the knowledge of why she was so ill, and she had sat up in the bed in a panic. Her first reaction had been to call for Alessandro. All she’d found was his note on the pillow beside her he’d had to go to the hospital to relieve Dulce’s mother and sister for a bit and he’d be back for dinner. The pain was immeasurable, and she knew her cries were barely muffled by the pillow, and she was mortified she couldn’t stop them.
He’d brought her to his suite, and he’d put her to bed. He had left the large wide doors to the bedroom open so he could keep an eye on her, working at a table on his laptop for a long time. She’d pretended not to watch him but he’d made her tell him why the doctor was concerned and so
