Chapter 97 We Meet Again

For a second I thought I was dreaming. It just seemed so impossible that I was now looking at Francisco once again after what seemed like years of not being able to. Just listening to him speak to me back in the hospital where I laid in bed, unable to react or say anything, it felt like torture, but now, now I can finally tell him everything that I felt. It seemed he was also stunned at my presence because his mouth and eyes were wide open as if in full disbelief. I wouldn’t put it past him though...