Chapter 18

Andrew sat in the room, his eyes fixed on Amelia as she stood nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. The air was thick with tension, and he could sense her unease.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door, and Amelia jumped, her eyes widening in surprise. She hesitated for a moment, then made her way over to the door and opened it.

Andrew watched as she opened the door and saw Nanny Grace standing on the other side.

"Good morning, Amelia," she said. "How's Andrew doing?"

Amelia smiled, opening the door to let her inside. "He's doing well," she said.

Nanny Grace nodded, her eyes warm as she made her way over to Andrew's bedside. She bent down beside his wheelchair, her hand reaching out to take his. "And how are you, Andrew?" she asked, her voice soft.

Andrew's eyes lit up at the sight of Nanny Grace. She was the one person he trusted implicitly, the one constant in his life since he was a child. "I'm good, Nana," he said, his voice filled with affection. "Just taking it one day