I wonder when Santiago will get here. I check the time on my wristwatch, and he is a few minutes late. I am meeting him for lunch. It's been a month since I woke up from the coma. I have fully recovered and resumed work. Once the doctor cleared me for flying, I came back home. I couldn't be in a city where my heart got broken. I miss Stefano every day. I cried for weeks missing him, and praying he will come back to me. I prayed that day in the hospital was all a bad dream, but every day when I wake up and don't see a text...