Chapter 55

• The room plunged into semi-darkness, shadows dancing on the walls as the day gave way to night. My mind was immersed in a sea of tumultuous thoughts, the choices before me seeming labyrinthine and bewildering. The dilemma between Adam and Don Salvatore persisted, both paths outlining an uncertain fate.
• My thoughts revolved around the dilemma I faced. If I performed surgery on Don Salvatore, there was the risk of losing him under my hands. However, if I refused, Adam's life would be in danger. The weight of this choice shaped my silence, making me mentally replay each possible scenario.
• I was interrupted in my reverie by a persistent knock on the door. “Who is it?” my voice echoed, a reflection of the turmoil inhabiting my mind.