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I said evenly, adjusting the cuff of my shirt, “and I will be passing by your Nonna’s house, so I will come with you. I may as well say hello.
I didn't wait for her reply. My stride was measured, deliberate, and I heard her quick steps behind me as she rushed to keep pace.
Damian poked the backseat door for me first, then hers. She slipped in beside me silent.
The drive was cloaked in quiet. No words, just the faint hum of the engine and the sound of her breathing—steady, almost forced.
When we reached the small apartment, she
Went in first. I followed minutes later.
Her Nonna lay fragile on a thin blanket on the floor. Her skin was pale, her eyes filled with age and pain.
“Hello, ma’am,” I
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