“Mr. Vitale. I'm sorry for the delay. I-I'll get Doctor Fogaça immediately.”
The woman vanishes down the hallway as if the devil himself were chasing her.
I nod my thanks to Francesco.
Valentina keeps staring at the corridor as though she could burn it down through sheer force of will.
“Gentlemen, I'm Doctor Fogaca, at your service,” he says without sparing Valentina a glance, a display of calm professionalism that visibly irritates her.
“The young lady has been waiting quite some time.”
“My apologies, but the patient required emergency treatment, and the physician qualified to treat her was occupied.”
The man's fear is obvious.
The mafia doesn't visit hospitals every day.
“Is Miss Graziela De Luca a relative of yours?”
“Yes. How is she?” Valentina snaps. “For the love of God, st
