𝒯he Don returns home after being hospitalized. Family and friends await him at the mansion, excited. He had miraculously survived, and everyone was anxiously awaiting his return.

Sonny was so anxious, moving from side to side. You were his wife, and you knew how affected he was by the attack. He didn't say it out loud, but he was scared, scared for his father, for his family.

When the car parked, they helped move the Don's stretcher up the stairs to his bedroom. Everyone stood in the room to greet him. The Don was weak, couldn't speak, but you could tell he was happy. Happy to be alive.

Sonny and you offered to stay at the Corleone mansion to help with the Don's care. Sonny didn't want to go anywhere.

It was nighttime. After washing the dishes, you went upstairs to finally go to bed. You passed the Don's room and noticed the door slightly ajar. You peeked in and saw Sonny, sitting in a chair next to the bed. His eyes were tired, his tie undone. He should be in bed. You'd never seen him so vulnerable.