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... ams. No footsteps. No chaos.
Just Katya’s broken breathing. It was just the three of us now. Nonna. Katya and Me.
Nonna had wheeled herself as close as she could, her body angled awkwardly, one hand stretched toward Katya, the other gripping the armrest for balance.
I could see the strain in her shoulders, the frustration of being trapped in a body that wouldn’t move fast enough when her heart needed it to.
"Tesoro," she murmured again, voice soft but shaking. "Lo ...
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