As soon as he set foot in Florida, a car took him to the clinic. Andrea was everything to Demetrio, and if anything happened to him, he wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Papa!", Demetrio looked at Massimo, who was sitting with his hands on his face and full of fear. "How is my grandfather?" he asked on the verge of tears.
"He's stable, but apparently they have to operate on him with an open heart." Demetrio rested his hands on the seat, feeling his world spinning at that moment.
"Can I see him?" Demetrio asked and Massimo nodded.
As he entered the cold clinic room, his heart clenched. Andrea was asleep and the vigilance of his heart was not as strong as it should be.
"Andrea, you're too young, you have to get out of there," Demetrio pleaded with her.
She squeezed her grandfather's hands tightly and climbed out, her eyes filled with tears.
