Matteo's Pov

I sit beside my son, holding him close as he trembles in my arms. The party chaos fades into the distance, leaving only the two of us in this quiet room.

Minutes tick by, and I search for the right words to say. But what can I say to ease his pain? To make him feel safe again?

I look down at him, his eyes still closed, his small chest rising and falling with each breath. My heart swells with love and compassion.

"Mariano, mio figlio," I whisper, my voice barely audible. ...