Remo sat at Abby's bedside for what felt like hours, his mind replaying the events of the last few days over and over. The doubt that had settled in his chest gnawed at him, refusing to be ignored. Abby looked so peaceful, so innocent as she slept, but the weight of Nicole's words pressed heavily on his mind. He loved Abby, had always protected her, but Nicole's desperate warnings couldn't be dismissed so easily.
The hospital room was quiet except for the soft beeping of the machines monitoring Abby's vitals. The low hum of the hospital's life reminded Remo of the tension hanging over him, an invisible but suffocating presence. His phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked at the screen—Tony.
