Sienna DiMarco
I woke up in the dim light of the hospital. The figure of a man sitting on a chair beside me. “Sal?” I croaked. The figure moved,
“Mrs. DiMarco…” James stood up,
“James, what time is it?” I asked,
“Six in the morning,” he said, “You should rest,” he said, and I closed my eyes.
A moment passed, maybe more… I had no idea… since I got that phone call, time has suspended, it is still, immovable… just there…
I opened my eyes again and sat on the bed. “I want to go home,” I said, and James stood up.
“The doctor will be here shortly to sign your discharge,” he said, and I nodded.
“Your family insists that you go back to the Koch residence,” James said, and I shook my head.
“No, I am going home… where he was…” I said, tears falling down my face.
James nodded.
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