Chapter 38

• A sunny morning illuminated the slightly messy hospital room, while a ray of sunlight streaming through the window delicately touched Damiano's face, lighting up the strand of brown hair that fell across his face, almost touching his lips.
• His lips were pressed together and his brow furrowed in an almost irritated expression. But despite seeming angry about something or someone, he was just worried.
• He was packing Victoria's belongings back into the suitcase, organizing them as best he could, although he didn't have much skill when it came to arranging personal items.