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Lorenzo

The hospital's bright lights beckoned me as I pulled into the parking lot. I rushed inside, fueled by a potent mix of worry and hope.

A nurse greeted me with a warm smile at the reception desk. "Alpha Lorenzo? I assume you're here for—"

"Eva," I interrupted, urgency bleeding into my voice. "How is she?"

The nurse's expression softened, her tone gentle. "She's recovering well