Guillermo and I arrived at the Hospital, as he always used to do, he held my hand while looking everywhere, I was very struck by the fact that every time we had to go out of the house, he behaved in a very strange way, it was like if he felt afraid that someone he knew could see us, or in the worst case as if I could escape from his side.

But at the same time I tried to prevent those assumptions that I was making from filling my head with bad thoughts, because it was also true that since I had woken up from the coma, the first...