Vincenzo’s brow furrowed. “What kind of problem?”

“You need to see it for yourself,” the doctor replied.

Vincenzo paused for a moment, then gave a slight nod.

“Okay,” he said quietly, then rose to his feet.

The doctor led him to the procedure room, where Anna lay on the examination bed in a hospital gown, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

Vincenzo stepped into the room and walked to Anna’s bedside. He stood there silently, his gaze fixed on her as the doctor moved the ...