CHAPTER 116
KATYA'S POV.
Time skip — about 1–2 hour's later
Nonna was freshly bathed, dressed in one of her soft pastel sweaters, her hair brushed back neatly as always.
She looked brighter, more awake, more herself. And she'd refused—completely refused—to eat in her room.
"Eating alone in that room makes me feel like a ghost," she'd said. "I want to see the house alive."
So here we were.
I had my hands on the handles of her wheelchair, guiding her down the quiet hallway toward the elevator.
Her blanket was tucked neatly around her legs, and she hummed softly under her breath—some old Italian tune she always hummed when she was in a good mood.
Honestly… seeing her like this made everything inside me soften.
"You don't have to push me all the way there," she said for the third time, even though she wasn't fighting me at all.
"And you don't have to pretend you're heavy," I murmured back. She laughed. "I'm not pretending. I am heavy."
