I have no idea what happened that morning. I spent hours looking for Gaia. Piero didn"t see her leave, nor did Umberto. I wasn"t gone that long, she couldn"t have escaped from Positano that quickly.
I went outside and questioned people passing by.
“Did you see a taxi here in the last few minutes? Did you see a woman with long brown hair go out?”
No one saw her; no one had anything to contribute.
Panicking, I ran back into the hotel and straight to her room. The bedding, bathroom, and accessories were there, just as I had seen them. I didn"t know what I expected to find on my return to the room, but I was at a loss.
It was inconceivable in that moment that she could just disappear. What had happened?
Naturally, I immediately blamed myself. First, I blamed myself for saying something s
