Mabella's POV“She’s in here.”Caspian waited outside Alfredo’s mother’s door, medical bag on the floor, hands folded. He just stood there, all the performance gone from him, just a man with a job left to do.I passed him the vial.He rolled it between his fingers, reading the wax seal, studying the color inside. He took his time.“Your mother made this,” I told him. “While you were busy with your work on me, she was making plans for what came next.” I kept my eyes on his. “So use it well.”Still silent, he took the vial.Alfredo opened the door.Nothing had changed in the room. Still and quiet. The old woman was small in the bed, pale as the pillow, hands folded with the same neatness you get after years of gentle arranging.Three years of that.Three years of Alfredo visiting, sitting in that same chair, talking to someone who couldn’t answer.He went to her side and sat and took her hand, looking at her like he always did. It was grief, sure, but so familiar on him you could almost
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