Chiara
My eyes fluttered open to complete darkness. I snapped them shut again, reaching blindly for my headlamp, but there was none.
I sat up straight in bed, but the room spun, and a sharp pain split through my skull, forcing me to clutch my head with both hands.
“Gosh… it hurts,” I groaned, leaning back against the bedframe.
“I see you’re awake, wifey,” a baritone voice muttered from my left.
“Ahhh!” A frightened scream erupted from my mouth before I could stop it, and I fell off the bed with a loud thud.
My heart slammed violently against my ribs, desperate to escape my body, as my head snapped to the side involuntarily.
My eyes widened. “Mr… Mr. Vieri?” I stuttered.
He turned his wheelchair away from the window and toward me, snapping the laptop on his thighs shut.
“I’ve been
