MY DIEGO

Angela's breath came out in visible puffs as she ran through the chilly winter night, heading to the restaurant. She could feel her heart pounding hard with a mix of fear, desperation, and hope.

The memory of seeing Antonio alive but as a different man played over and over in her mind.

She had to see him again, to convince herself that what she saw was real, and of course talked to him.

When she finally reached the restaurant where she had seen him that morning as a waiter, she slowed down, her breath catching in her throat.

She ran all the way from home!

The warm light spilling from the restaurant’s glass walls contrasted sharply with the cold darkness outside.

She cautiously approached the glass, peering through it as her eyes scanned the room searching for Antonio.

Inside, everything looked like a normal day Ina restaurant. Couples and small groups sat at tables, chatting and laughing over their meals.

Angela was nervously praying to see him again, it's not in her head.

She saw h