AYLA
After surviving a near death experience, normal people would have a room full of flowers and chocolates and letters, very normal people, actually.
I had none of that.
No chocolates.
Not even a licorice.
I had no scented candles or beautiful lilies or even gift cards on my table.
What I had was either Nico or Luca's boring face to look at.
Today, it was Luca's.
"Argggh," I pulled the sheets up, feeling my sanity crack with this dry routine.
I wanted to leave.
This wasn't what I'd signed up for. I had no idea how dad was doing. Or Millie.
I missed the old me and my ordinary life—the whiskey moments Millie and I shared and did stupid things. The tequilas we drank only on special occasions—I missed that.
And Matteo… what if he'd gotten back to his senses and wanted me? What if he was worried about me?
I felt my throat tighten.
I wanted to go home—wherever that was as long as it wasn't a hospital.
Right now, I was nothing but a laid down bag of emotions.
