CHAPTER 110
KATYA'S POV
It had been a week.
A full, dragging, nerve-shredding week since that man opened his eyes… and since my quiet, predictable existence in this cursed house turned into something that felt like walking barefoot across broken glass.
Every. Single. Day.
I'd been assigned as his assistant — Nonna's idea. Which meant I moved him around in his wheelchair, brought his meals, sorted papers, fetched his medication, and basically existed three steps behind him like a shadow he didn't want but refused to get rid of.
And somehow, I was still alive.
Still sane… well, mostly. After that shot — the one that had me praying for my dismissal — Nonna had taken me out of that room and into hers. She'd given me advice, reassurance… and something else.
A spark.
A determination I didn't have before. Determination to face my fears.
