For the first time since that hotel room in Rome, she didn't look sad or numb. She didn't look like she would cry. She was fired up and battle ready and truth be told, this was probably a fight she would have won. Of course I missed home. Our people. Our lives. My birthday was tomorrow and for the very first time, no one would call.
After my run, I didn't go back. Instead, I spent the rest of the day alone. Turning the whole we were on the run from the entire American mafia thing around and around in my head. I had to tell her. We needed to strategize. I just didn't know how when she wasn't f*****g talking to me about what was going on with her.
Just as the longing got the better of me and I wondered why I was here in the dead of the night instead of going home to her, Stacy walked int
