CHAPTER 90
KATYA POV
It had been thirty-one days since I left that infirmary. Thirty-one long, suffocating days since the mansion stopped breathing.
Romeo was still asleep — not dead, not awake, just trapped somewhere in between. The doctors called it a coma.
My wrists had healed by now, faint scars hidden beneath my sleeves — silent proof of a night I could barely remember.
Miss Stella had told me what happened. She said she found me in one of the guest rooms, pale and shaking, blood on the floor and my mind somewhere far away.
I don't remember all of it. Only flashes. A sharp edge. A blur. A face I hated. And then… nothing.
Nonna had been there when Stella told me. She didn't ask questions or demand explanations. She just sat beside me, her wrinkled hand resting gently over mine.
Since that day, Nonna had asked for me almost every day. At first, I thought it was a trick — a test to see if I'd slip up.
