Lorenzo and I never spoke about what happened that day. Sometimes when I think about it, I feel like it happened in my head and I made up the entire situation.

He lay in bed with me; I woke up to him holding me more times than I cared to remember. The last time I woke up, he had left the room but there was a thermos filled with warm soup for me.

I also realized that the hot water bottle was still hot, which meant that he replaced it while I was asleep.

I found it hard to believe that Lorenzo did all those things for me. in all...