CHAPTER 130
KATYA POV
Getting Nonna to eat even half her breakfast felt like a small miracle. She didn't talk much, just nodded when I asked questions.
And made these tiny distracted sounds whenever I checked on her. But she ate and that was enough.
Now, I was wheeling her toward the garden. The hallways were quieter than normal, like the entire house sensed something was wrong and was trying not to breathe too loudly.
Sunlight poured through the tall windows in long, golden strips, warming the marble floor. Normally, I'd admire the way the light made everything feel softer, less hostile.
Nonna kept her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her posture was straight, poised like always, but her eyes… they weren't here.
They were somewhere else entirely—somewhere between the phone call, the gunshots, and that grandson .
I didn't interrupt her thoughts.
We reached the large glass doors that led outside, and the moment I cracked them open, a gentle breeze lifted into the hall.
