AMY’S POV

A week passed and no one heard a thing from the hospital that promised a meeting.

I was impatient and even worried Enzo had woken up - maybe it was kept a secret. But I didn't know how to bring it up with Antonio who would sit me down and begin a sermon - talking about how much he cared about me and how nothing would happen to me on his watch.

That's what I thought.

I believed him, really did.

But it didn't stop me from wanting to still ask questions and even hold some conversations. I wouldn't hold them, though.

The next week arrived.

Good thing...