CHAPTER 126
KATYA POV
The elevator dinged softly, and I stepped out onto the second floor, heart still thudding from the Miss Red encounter.
Quiet. Just the way I liked it. I hugged the wall, moving cautiously down the hallway toward Nonna's room.
Each step was measured, careful, like I was walking through a museum filled with priceless glass.
The thought of running into anyone — anyone especially Mr Antonio antonio— other than Nonna made me tense.
I reached her door and paused. Normally, I would knock. But what if she was asleep? I didn't want to wake her.
So, carefully, I turned the knob and eased the door open. The room was dim lighted, the morning light spilling gently across the floor.
And there she was....Nonna, struggling to lift herself from the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets as she tried to maneuver toward her wheelchair.
