Chapter 65
A place much like this one…
Vito looked around himself, feeling shaken. He couldn’t remember some of the details of that night, like Rosalie and Carmela rushing him to the hospital, even though it was too late. They all knew that. They could have taken their time.
They had all the time in the world.
And the people he loved had none.
It was all over in a heartbeat. And just as surely as Kevin and Sal had passed away that night, so did Vito. His body may have continued to function, but his spirit had been crushed and mangled. Obliterated.
Now, Vito waited. And waited. It seemed like forever, so long in fact that he began to wonder if something awful had happened, if the cut was something more, or if they had found something else. You’re being silly.Yet he couldn’t help but recall the doctor emerging from the swinging doors that terrible night and coming toward him, her face grim. Even before she said a word, he knew. He had stood on weak legs and mumbled, “No. Please, no.”