The hospital corridor smelled like disinfectant and reheated coffee. I was leaning against the wall, watching Miguel talk to the doctor when Giulia’s grandparents arrived.
I didn’t need introductions.
The woman—Mrs. Marta—had the same light-colored eyes Elena had in the photos scattered around the house. The man, tall with rigid posture, carried a huge teddy bear wrapped in a ribbon that was already starting to fray from the rain.
Giulia, sitting on the bed, shouted,
“Grandma! Grandpa!”
Miguel turned so fast he almost knocked over the chair.
“Marta. Roberto.” He swallowed hard. “You didn’t have to come. The doctor already discharged her.”
“Discharged?” Mrs. Marta ignored him, walking right past him to hug Giulia. “My little granddaughter, you gave us such a scare! Look what Grandpa
