Annie was gone for eight days and every single one of them, she thought about how empty her left hand felt and what it must be like for Clay, her husband, back at home. And it was while she was running down an alley in Rome that she made the decision to move into his condo and damn what he thought.

Back on US soil, she took a cab to said condo at eleven at night and dropped her back on the porch before calling him instead of knocking.

"I'm home."