Leonardo’s head was resting on the headrest as he stared at me, his hands folded and placed on his stomach. He said nothing, just looked at me, and the look in his eyes was so intense that I didn't know how to feel.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Isabella,” he said softly, not moving an inch. “How do you feel?”

“Uhm…” My head hurts, and I'm overwhelmed by all the sounds and lights. I had a really weird dream that’s making my heart hurt. I don't know why you’re looking at me like that. Like I… like I matter to you, and I don't know why that...