Max stood there, the nurse's words echoing in his mind. He looked back at Diana, lying fragile in the hospital bed. "She will be okay, right?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, sir," the nurse replied. "We washed her stomach. She’s stable now."

Max took a deep breath and exited the room, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt. Francisco was waiting in the hallway, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and disappointment. Max pressed his hand against the wall and ...