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Chapter 12 - The Mansion That Had Once Felt Like a Prison Became a Home, and the Nurse Who Arrived With Seven Dollars Finally Had a Life She Never ExpectedI moved into a small guesthouse on the estate.

Not because Enzo demanded it.

Because we chose it.

I continued nursing.

He continued therapy.

We had dinner together.

Talked.

Argued.

Laughed.

It felt normal.

Almost.

One afternoon, Enzo walked into the kitchen without his cane.

I stared.

He smiled.

“You're staring.”

“You're walking.”

“Yes.”

“On your own.”

“Yes.”

I started crying.

He laughed.

“Don't.”

“You said you couldn't.”

“I was wrong.”

I hugged him.

He held me.

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For the first time, neither of us was thinking about survival.

We were thinking about tomorrow.

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