"I'm here," he said, his voice shaking. "Don't move."
His trembling hands hovered uncertainly above her, terrified that touching her might somehow make things worse. He had negotiated billion-dollar mergers without flinching, stared down ruthless competitors, and survived corporate wars that had destroyed other executives.
None of it prepared him for seeing his wife in pain.
Behind him, Isabella Rossi's sobs grew louder.
"I told her to calm down!" she cried, wiping away tears that appeared almost too quickly. "She became hysterical. She came after me first."