ANNA

The day of the journey has come. I had my luggage packed; I was just sitting on the same terrace, waiting for Enzo. Emily had brought two coffees, and we were talking for the last time before we left.

“I’m so excited, Ems,” I confessed with my heart in my throat. “Why don’t you come with us to the port?” I asked, though Emily hated the breakups. Although there was no such separation, it was a maximum of one month.

“You know I will cry incessantly if I see ...