Rosalia
It takes three months before we can go back home. Adrian Drakos generously hosts us for the first month of that, until we feel confident that no one else will be following us to Greece. Then we take up residence in a private rented home, with so much security that some days I feel stifled.
But most days, I just feel happy—happier than I’ve been in so long. Greece becomes our home away from home for a little while, a place for Angelo and I to fall deeper in love as the fear and grief of the months, weeks, and days before slowly softens and becomes something more manageable. I still have nightmares, but he’s always there to soothe me back to sleep, and they’re fewer and fewer as the days go on. And as our time in Greece stretches to two months, and then three, I find that I have so
