The bedroom door clicked open. Roderick stepped inside, his dark suit perfectly pressed, his expression neutral but this time tinged with worry and impatience.
He stopped two steps from the bed, looking at Salvatore, who was still sitting in the armchair with his phone in his hand.
"Salvatore," Roderick said, his voice a low murmur. "We need to go."
Salvatore didn't look up from his phone. His thumb flicked across the screen. "Postpone it. We'll do it another time."
Roderick shifted his weight, his eyes moving from the Don to the bed. Milo remained perfectly still beneath the heavy blankets, his bandaged hands resting limply over his chest.
"Are you going to stay here all day?"
"No. But Andrew said he'll wake up soon," Salvatore said, his tone flat and non-negotiable. "I don't want to leave and let him scratch himself. He might panic, and I just don't want to think about anything else today."
Roderick was already standing by with his phone.
