GINEVRA
I had been in the hospital for a week. It took me at least three days to get back on my feet but my body needed the rest and I took it, making sure to feel refreshed and ready to face the world and its hassle once again.
There I was on that bed, surrounded by gifts, roses, all shades of it sent by Ricardo as though he wasn’t the one who put me on that hospital bed.
Except for when Ricardo’s men would deliver his gifts, and when Izzy, who often disguised herself as a nurse to sneak into my private ward and see how well I was doing, I got not even a visitor. Not one. Only then did I realize how awfully boring and lonely my life had been.
I made a promise to myself—a promise that whenever this phase of my life passed, I was going to live a better life. To actually live.
Today I was getting discharged, and after tons of check-ups, I was finally ready to leave with my driver who had been waiting for me the whole day.