Nadia's POV
One night turned into three, then a week. Julian slept on my couch, made breakfast, drove me to appointments, and worked from my tiny kitchen table. Margaret raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
On day eight, I woke up to voices in the living room.
"She needs a better setup," Julian was saying. "The stairs alone are a risk."
"She won't leave this place." Margaret's voice. "I already suggested it. She said no."
"Then I'll make it work here."
I got up, ignoring the dizziness, and found Julian on the phone pacing my living room.
"I don't care about the cost. Install it today." He hung up and saw me. "You're supposed to be resting."
"What are you installing?"
"A stair lift. And a hospital-grade bed for better elevation. Dr. Chen recommended it."
"No."
"Nadia."
"This is
