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Nigella didn't move from the chair for a good few minutes after Matteo left. She clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut. Her toes curled and her body was still as a rock. Once her head felt lighter and empty only then she completely loosen herself and stood up to see her Papa. Her hands holding the door weren't as shaky as she had thought them to be. Nigella stepped into the dark room and took small and slow steps to the centre bed. Over the machines beeping and her shoes clicking, her father's soft breaths were echoing all around her. His once always flushed face was now lost of colour. The big machines surrounding his bed were connected to him through wires and needles. Stifling her sob, Nigella sat on the chair next to his bed. In all these years, he was never this sick. N
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