I will never forget this evening. We were supposed to have dinner, with Katherine and Reto, and Chris was just not coming back from his jog. Alcione and Gabriel saw him from the window when he walked inside Holland Park, across the street from where we live, around 6:00 PM. I did not call Chris that day confirming dinner so I assumed he had forgotten and decided to go for drinks with his new buddies from Serpentine, a running club he joined recently.

I started to grow uneasy as the hours went by and as I realize Chris left behind cell phone, wallet, subway pass. So I finally called the 999 for police around midnight. Ten minutes later I see a police car parking in front of the building and the buzzer in the apartment goes off. I let them up and they are a male and female officers. Very politely they ask if I have pictures of Chris. I show them several from his modeling pictures laying on the desk, they look at each other and nod discretely to each other but I saw that and my legs became jelly. I am crying, I am desperate, I am begging God to allow me to hug Chris. They tell me Chris collapsed but he was given CPR immediately, the ambulance was there in 10 minutes and all they know is that he is stable, I have to go with them, do I have someone to watch the baby?

Nothing made sense, I was desperate but calm because I knew he would be OK. They escort me to ICU on the 11^th floor, when the elevator opens and I see the number, I feel calmer, it’s our lucky number. I had chills seeing Chris with tubes inside his mouth and hooked in so many different wires, but he is breathing and look peaceful. I spend the night next to his bed and feel everything will be OK.