*Vincenzo*
When we arrived home, Rosa emerged from her room; perhaps we disturbed her sleep.
“Bella?!” Her stressed tone gasped as soon as she saw Bella, and she scurried toward her.
“Is everything alright?” Rosa asked, with worry evident in her voice.
Of course, it was odd hours of the night, Bella’s messy clothes and our expressions indicated that something was wrong.
Bella and I exchanged a glance before I spoke, “It's a long story.”
“Okay!” she replied and sat on the couch, taking Bella's hand and guiding her to sit beside her, seemingly ready to listen to the whole drama.
I shared my part of the story briefly, but what happened in the hospital, only Bella knew. She was silent, lost in deep thought.
I approached her gently and asked, “Petal, what happened in the hospital?”
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