“Miss Mila…” Enzo tugged my sleeve, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I glanced at Enzo, who had large dark circles under his eyes. He must be exhausted. Yet, he didn’t want to leave his grandfather’s side.
“I can’t lose him…” he murmured. Enzo moved around the bed, fluffing Charles’s pillows and tucking him in gently.
I wished there was more I could do. However, after looking through the journals multiple times in the past couple of days, I was at my wit’s end.
I sighed. “Enzo, it is late. We’ve done all we can for the night. You should get some rest.”
“No! I’m not leaving his side. What if—”
I put my hand on Enzo’s shoulder. “You’re no good to your grandfather if you don’t keep up your strength. Why don’t you grab a bite to eat? I’ll watch over him.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I need to keep up my strength.”
