Leila's POV 

　　"Just drop it, Luca," I whispered.

　　Standing beside me, he was fixated on Dominic lying still, attached to machines that mocked life. "You don't have to, Leila. I can manage. You've been here every day, hardly sleeping."

　　"I need to be here," I pressed, my throat tight. "What if… what if he wakes up and I'm not here? What if he-" The sentence couldn't find its end, crushed like weight squeezed the breath out of me.

　　Luca's ...