“I should be more worried about this,” Esmeralda murmured to herself, her voice barely audible.
Isabella slowed the wheelchair as they approached the guest room. “It’s a lot to process,” she said gently. “But you don’t have to carry every worry at once. Let Enrico handle the investigation. Your focus needs to be on healing and figuring out what you want to do next.”
Esmeralda didn’t respond, her thoughts swirling. She leaned back in the wheelchair, staring at the intricate patterns on the ceiling as Isabella guided her through the final stretch to the room.
When they reached the door to the guest room, Isabella pushed it open and wheeled Esmeralda inside. The room was warm and inviting, with soft cream-coloured walls, a plush bed adorned with fresh linens, and a vase of lavender on the
