로그인OliviaI woke up alone.The sheets beside me were cold, dented where Leonardo had been. His pillow smelled like him. But Leonardo was gone.Panic shot through me before logic could."Leonardo?" I sat up, blanket clutched to my chest, looking around the dim room. His chair wasn't locked by the bed. The bathroom door was open, empty. His meds were still on the nightstand.I threw on his shirt from last night and half-ran out."Rosa? Have you seen—"Rosa was in the kitchen, Cassie in her high chair smearing banana everywhere. Rosa looked up and smiled like she knew a secret."He went to his office, early," she said. "On his own. Said not to wake you.""What? How?" I asked.Rosa just shrugged, but she was grinning. "Check in the office, Ms. Olivia."His home office door was closed. It had been closed for some time, since he stopped coming in at all.I knocked once, no answer, and pushed it open.And there he was.Lights on, blinds open. He was in the new chair — the new one he had refused
Leonardo Olivia had left a while ago and I had just done all the routine for the evening as the doctor had shown me. Things were still a bit sketchy but the transfer was done and my legs settled, chair locked within reach, my lamp low next to my bed. I was trying to turn in, but I couldn't shake dinner — her knee pressed to mine under the table the whole meal, her hand finding mine, thumb tracing my knuckles until I couldn't think straight. And there was a soft knock. The door cracked open. Olivia slipped in wearing that oversized sleep shirt that barely hit mid-thigh, hair damp, legs bare. "You're still awake," she said, smiling like she already knew I would be. "I thought I would sneak in while you passed out." "Was trying not to be and I'm glad I didn't fall asleep." I said. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a second, looking at me in the bed. In my bed, which hadn't been ours since... "Have you taken your meds?" she asked walking over slowly.
Leonardo She said "I promise" so easily. Like she didn't understand what that promise would cost her. I wanted to believe her. God, I wanted to believe her more than I wanted to breathe. Olivia's weight in my lap wasn't heavy. It was anchoring. For days this chair had felt like a cage, like a sentence. But with her here, her head tucked against my shoulder, her hand tangled in mine, I didn't feel trapped. I felt rooted. For the first time since the accident, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. "You're shaking," she whispered, her fingers tightening on my shirt. "I'm not," I lied. "You are." She didn't pull away. She didn't make it a big thing. She just pressed her palm flat against my chest, right over my heart, as if she could steady it from the outside. My hand on her waist tightened without permission. I couldn't help it. I needed to feel she was real. "Stay like this? Just a little longer?" I asked. I hated how small my voice sounded. I used to be
OliviaI left Leonardo's room feeling devastated and deflated. Things had been going so well, and then I had to go and bring up the sensitive topic of Melanie. Afterwards, I went downstairs and sat around just to kill time until supper.By supper time, Leonardo still hadn't come downstairs, and when Rosa took food up to him, it came back untouched. I gathered my courage and went upstairs. His door was shut. I knocked before pushing it open.He was still in his old chair, in the same spot where I had left him earlier."You're not eating," I said, trying to untangle the tight knot in my stomach."Not feeling hungry," he said.I looked around and saw that the new chair had been packed neatly away in the room. Clearly, he hadn't even bothered to try it."I see you haven't used your chair—" I began."Yeah, I'll get to it."I stepped forward, walked over to him, and touched his shoulders.He flinched at the touch but said nothing."I'm sorry," I said."I don't know what you're talking about
Olivia Cici finished his juice and placed the glass on the island. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a brother to annoy.""Try not to get yourself thrown out." "Please. I'm the only person in this house who can get away with annoying him." He disappeared through the kitchen door, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I wasn't sure what worried me more: Leonardo's sudden withdrawal from the world or the fact that everyone seemed to be tiptoeing around him as though he were made of glass. I understood that he was going through a difficult time, but Leonardo had never been a man who accepted defeat easily. He had built an empire from the ground up, made powerful enemies and brought some of the most dangerous men in the country to their knees. And now he couldn't even bring himself to look at a business report. I picked up the glass Cici had left behind and placed it in the sink before making my way upstairs
OliviaOne week passed since Leonardo was confined to a chair, even though his doctors were hopeful that the diagnosis was not permanent. But it didn't seem like Leonardo had taken it well.Before, during the few days after the accident, he had been all jolly and spoke freely about his shattered legs, but now it felt like the reality of his immobility had finally sunk in.Now, all he did was sit next to the window and look outside at the garden. He barely ate or said anything. The only time he seemed to come around was when CiCi came to talk to him. Other than that, he just stared into space."It's a beautiful day for a stroll outside," I said, and he turned his manual wheelchair and stared at me.His electric chair had come in a few days ago, top-of-the-range, made of titanium steel, and promised easy access and use, but Leonardo was still using the manual one, which had come in on the second day after the accident.The staring was unnerving, with the lost look he seemed to have thes







