The taxi pulled up to New York General Hospital, and my hands were shaking. Dominic squeezed my fingers as we rushed through the automatic doors.

"Room 304," he said to the nurse at the desk. "Lorenzo Moretti."

"Family only," she replied without looking up.

"She's family," Dominic's voice was sharp. "He asked for her specifically."

The elevator ride felt like forever. When the doors opened on the third floor, I could hear voices coming from down the hall. Angry voices.

"Why is she even ...