Madeline's POV
It was one month after the explosion incident, thirty days my husband is missing, and a month that I don't have enough sleep, eat, and I forget how to laugh. And I started to feel my body is giving up. I am dizzy most of the time, maybe because of my lack of sleep. It was hard to face the world again without my husband on my side. I have to work with mom every day pretending everything is fine, even if deep inside I am hurting and yearning to touch, kiss, and hug my husband.
But never in a day, I surrender that he is gone. I lay wide awake every night, talking with Hunter facing his photograph. I missed the days when we spent time in the Villa. I am still hoping one of these days and my husband will bring me there. It was Saturday, and mom asked me to rest since she noticed I am not feeling well.
