Dahlia felt at ease after speaking with Matteo, at least, she won't be the only one worrying about Almighty Elio Sanchez.
She thought back to when he had been admitted to SilverCrest and how he had always irritated her with his guts and attitude. She laughed at how she was sincerely worried about him this time, not as his nurse but as a dear friend.
She picked up her bag and hung it on her shoulder, stopped at the reception to sign out for the day, then headed to where her ride was parked.
She hoped to meet Elio at home, maybe she'd be able to start a conversation with him tonight. Or not.
Twenty minutes passed and she was home. For some reason, she felt pumped to be home.
She had decided to lock them both in the house till Elio speaks to her about what she had said or done wrong besides leaving him to the movie they were supposed to see together.
