Watching Adriana leave without once looking back, Francesco felt a sour ache rise in his chest.He had said he would wait there, and Adriana really had gone alone without bringing him along.He sat down on the sofa and casually picked up a book about rehabilitation, flipping through it absentmindedly, though he couldn't absorb a single word.When Adriana entered the garden, she spotted Chris immediately beneath a camphor tree.He sat in a specially designed wheelchair, his complexion as pale as ever, his frame even thinner than before. He wore a black lounge outfit.Anna sat beside him, reading aloud.Looking around, nearly everyone else in the garden was elderly.Adriana wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, forced a smile onto her face, and walked toward him."Chris."At the sound of her voice, Chris seemed stunned for a moment before finally turning toward her."Adriana?""I happened to be passing through, so I came to see you."Adriana greeted Anna, who smiled
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