The Phoenix Heiress
But he didn’t say a word.
Instead, he opened the passenger door of the first SUV. Nonna stepped out, her scarf fluttering despite the heat, eyes already glistening. Nonno followed, leaning on his cane, his gaze sharp but trembling with emotion.
“Kat,” Nonna whispered, voice thick. “Sei davvero qui… sei viva.” (You’re really here… you’re alive.)
I crouched beside the boys, my throat tight. “These are your bisnonni,” I said softly. “Your great-grandparents.”
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