She wasn’t nervous. She was scared and angry. She’d been walking up and down the room and halls for the last three hours. Every time she tried sitting, she felt like she was going to pull every strand of her hair out. Mahogany, upon hearing her daughter’s tearful screams on the phone, had flown to New York immediately. She sat in the waiting room silently watching her daughter; waiting for the pacing to stop and the inevitable breakdown to begin. Maria sat next to her father with her head on his shoulders. Unlike Caprice, she’d been crying nonstop the entire time. Her mother, a devout Catholic, had been deep in prayer for three of the four hours they’d been waiting. Four hours... Caprice looked at her watch, unable to believe that four hours had passed. Diesel had gone into surgery first. Nico went into the operating room just a few minutes later. Then the waiting began. Not a single doctor or nurse had come out to the waiting room to give the families an update.
