CHIARA'S RIGHT KNEE touched the soft pad first before her left one. With her hands grabbing the seat in front for support, she slowly kneeled and looked up at the statue in the middle.
The church is silent like it always used to. The number of people inside can be counted using fingers. People who went inside were with someone they knew. Chiara is the only one who went inside alone.
She clasp her hands and closed her eyes, whispering her prayers with her heart.
"I'm not a religious person, God. But please, hear my prayer," Chiara said in her mind, talking to the Almighty Being.
"Please, wake my husband up. That's the only thing I want right now. Wake my husband from comatose and make him healthier."
She kept on repeating those words until she felt tired of talking in her mind. She l
