Leonardo stood with his arms crossed, his jaw clenched tightly as he watched the doctor step out of the bedroom. She was a woman in her fifties, her expression serious yet gentle.
She had spent over an hour inside with Isabella, but now she stood in front of him, hesitating, almost as if she didn't want to say it out loud.
"What's wrong with her?" Leonardo asked, his voice lower than usual, rough around the edges. He didn't like the silence. It made everything feel worse.
The doctor looked up at him slowly. "Her trauma was triggered," she said in a calm, nearly whisper-like voice. "Something must have happened… either recently or long ago. But what she just went through has reopened something painful, very deep. It's not something physical, but… it's just as dangerous."
Leonardo's eyes narrowed slightly. "Trauma?" he echoed.
