Marco was in trouble now and there was no time for old wounds.
"I don't have time for this bullshit!"
With Matteo firm in one arm, Vee grabbed Valentina's wrist and yanked her up. Val stumbled, weak from shock and grief but Vee did not let go. She dragged her by the hand, moving fast across the waiting area.
"Vee, stop— I cannot leave my husband—"
"You need to realise I am doing this for your husband."
The automatic doors ahead slid open, letting in a rush of outside air. Bright daylight spilled across the hospital entrance.
Val had no strength to fight her. She followed. Vee had always told her what to do all her life anyway why should this time be different.
They got to her car. Valentina moved like a woman walking through water, slow and hollow-eyed, her hand still clutched in Veronica's grip. She had stopped arguing.
