He opened the door and stepped inside. Daniella was sitting against the pillows, her face still blotchy from crying. Adrian remained asleep on the adjacent bed, and the monitors continued to sound at regular intervals.
Mateo carried the tray to the table beside her bed and set it down carefully.
"I brought you something to eat."
Daniella glanced at the bowl but made no move to reach for it.
"Thank you."
Mateo hesitated, uncertain whether to say anything more. He had been about to mention Santiago, but the exhaustion on Daniella's face made him reconsider.
"Daniella..." he began cautiously. "I know it's not my place to say anything, but the Chief—"
"I don't want to talk about him right now."
Mateo immediately fell silent.
"Of course," he replied.
Daniella looked at the tray again before turning her attention to him.
"Thank you for bringing the food, Mateo. But I'm not hungry."
"You should try to eat a little," he said gently. "You need your strength."
