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Chloe POV

“Eat. Eat!” Nonna scolded me, pushing a spoon to my lips. It was soup with small meatballs and the smoothest, aromatic broth, but my stomach was full already. Too full. I couldn’t take another bite.

“I really can’t,” I tried to say, but as I opened my mouth a little wider at the can’t, Nonna shoved the spoon in my mouth, and I was forced to chew as the meatball fell into my mouth. The broth was spilling from the sides of my lips, and she was quick to dab at it with a tea towel.

Taylor was watching me from the end of the hospital bed, seemingly amused. She had been recruited to help Nonna carry in several containers of food from the kitchen and stayed to watch Nonna force-feed me everything she could over the last half hour.

“I think she’s had enough,” Luna Gail said, flustering over her mother-in-law. "Maybe we should let Chloe rest now. The boys should be here soon."

“Nonsense,” Nonna waved her away. “She hasn’t eaten in three days and all she's done is slept. She needs mo