Sienna DiMarco
We finally were able to leave the loft. What was meant to be an early morning became a lazy morning in bed, followed by a very late arrival at the hospital. I should feel guilty, it was my mother, the one in a coma, yet I didn't. Not because I didn't love the woman who gave birth to me, but because said woman has always put me last, and somehow that gave me room not to feel as guilty as anyone should when I didn't put her first.
Besides, this was the first time in my life that I had switched priorities. For the first time in my life, I was putting myself first. What I wanted, how I felt, who I wanted to be with… and it felt wonderful.
We arrived at the hospital. In the waiting room, cooped up in a corner was James, Sal's loyal assistant, and front and center were Frede
