The weeks following were the worst I could've endured. Everyday felt like the last, with Dario's stale condition, no improvement so far. He remained connected to wires that kept him alive, not breathing on his own but supported by machines. If it wasn't for my parents constant support through this, and Victoria's hopefulness. I would've surely fell into a coma myself.
I was exhausted, from handling the Singapore project on zoom meetings and keeping the board of directors at ease with the progress and success of the project. To insomnia with constant worrying over his condition. And Rohan has gone missing, Isabella keeps calling and I've had just about enough of reporters hounding me about Dario's state.
I currently sat in the same chair I've occupied for the past two weeks, holding Dar
