The silence in the car was different that early morning.
I left the hospital shortly before the doctors made their rounds and breakfast was served. Giulia slept peacefully, while Isa settled into the armchair beside the bed to watch some television. Our routine had settled into this over the past few days, between Giulia and going to our house only for maintenance. Work no longer saw my presence; my right-hand man had taken over, and for the first time in years, I needed to step away.
Nothing would make sense without my little girl.
Isabella never left our side, even with Giulia's grandparents present. She went to our house only a few times to rest, change clothes, and talk to Maria, who prayed for our little one every night. I hadn't questioned God about the magnitude of my pain yet, b
