Elsa

“Breathe,” I hear someone saying, as if through a wall. “Breathe, Elsa. Can you hear me?” The voice is growing clearer by the moment.

I feel my stomach cramping and I throw up, coughing and spitting out something salty.

“Thank God! Can you hear me, bella?” Marcello asks, stroking my hair.

I manage to open my eyes and see him, hovering above me, soaking wet. He has his clothes on but had lost the shoes. I watch him, unable to say anything. There is a roar in my head and the sun is blinding me. Fausto passes us a towel and Marcello wraps me in it and takes me...