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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