Divorced and homeless, Elena becomes live-in caregiver for Don Dante's bedridden mother, who has driven away twelve caregivers. When the matriarch accepts her, Dante proposes a marriage of convenience to keep her close—but can Elena turn a fake contract into real power before her past catches up?
The bedroom at the end of the east wing belonged to Sophia. Eighteen months ago, a car bomb took her life. The killers had paid, but her mother was still trapped in the day her daughter Mother, open the door.
Don't start the car. Sophia, come back! Mrs. Moretti, can you hear me? Did you fall? Are you hurt? Don't come in! All of you, get out!
Marco called Isabella's family doctor, Dr. Collins, then handed me the phone. I quickly explained what was happening. She was triggered by a loud engine roar outside, locked herself in, but can still hear an answer. She's responding. Don't force the door unless she stops answering.
Quiet the hallway. Sit outside the door and keep orienting her. Tell her the time, where she is, and who She can hear us and answer. Let the doctor assess her first. Don't all shout at once. It will only scare her more. But Dante gripped the spare key until his knuckles went white.
I was sure he wouldn't take orders from a caregiver who'd been here two days. But he silenced everyone anyway. Mrs. Moretti, it's night-nipe. You're at the Moretti estate in your own bedroom. I'm Elena. I'm sitting right outside your door. That was only a car engine outside. It's quiet
Hey, shit. She never said Sophia's name again. She just kept opening her eyes to make sure I was still beside I used to care for an entire house, and not one person ever asked if I was tired. I'll take the second half of the night. Go get some sleep.
It's alright, this is my... Tomorrow morning, sit here again I will, I'll still be here in the morning Tonight, one woman refused to let me leave
And one man was afraid I was hurting