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I’d left Katya’s room and stayed beside ragazzo mio in the infirmary long after the nurses stopped moving, long after the lamps dimmed and the house fell silent.
Watching him breathe. Watching the boy who once clung to my skirts now lie still beneath white sheets, his chest rising slow, fragile.
"Even now, you fight in silence," I whispered, brushing my wrinkled hand across his hair. "Just like your father."
He didn’t stir. He only slept — the kind of sleep ...
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