CHAPTER 128
KATYA POV
We reached Nonna's room in tense silence. The moment I pushed her inside, she motioned impatiently toward the nightstand.
"My phone. Bring it."
I moved quickly, scanning the table until I spotted the sleek device resting beside a stack of neatly folded handkerchiefs.
The phone felt strange in my hands—cold, smooth, unfamiliar. I didn't own one. I barely touched electronics unless someone shoved them at me.
The glowing screen lit up, and my eyes stuck to it… fascinated. The colors, the reflections—like holding something alive.
"Katya," Nonna called softly, pulling me back to reality. "Oh—right." I stepped closer and placed the phone in her waiting hand.
Nonna unlocked it with practiced ease, her fingers surprisingly quick as she scrolled through her contacts.
"Il mio piccolo combinaguai —My littte troublemaker."
Nonna pressed the call button and brought the phone to her ear. The room fell painfully quiet.
