Fuck it, we both made it out thanks to the each other. I’m going with him, and if he tries something, I’m still packing.
We walk for a few blocks, pushing through washing lines. Children are playing and women are carrying baskets. We reach a dead end.The Shemaghstops right next to a dumpster to regain his breath.
I can still hear gunfire from this distance, but no one seems to care. No one is looking out of the window, trying to source its origin. This is the norm here, apparently.
I can’t stop thinking how fucked I am.
No contacts.
Nowhere to go.
And more importantly, no Bruno.
Carter asks, “Snow White. Talk to us! Are you okay?”
I tap once.
“Good. You’re tapping again. Are you in danger?”
I tap three times.
“Three taps? That’s a new one. Hmmm… Is that an ‘I don’t know’?”
I tap once.
“Gotcha.”
That’s the truth. I don’t know if I’m in any danger.
I glance atThe Shemagh, who is examininga wound on his arm. I rise, go to him, and pull a bandage out of my duffel bag which I hand over.
He takes it and says, “Shukraan.”Thank you.
I nod.
His voice sounds somewhat familiar.
I’m watching him. He is struggling and failing horribly while trying to bandage himself. I slowly crouch in front of him and offer my help by gesturing with my hands. He nods and allows me to bandage him.
He grabs my wrist violently as soon as our skin touch.
I feel it too.
That unmistakable jolt of electricity.
I pull his shemagh down, uncovering his face and start to laugh and cry simultaneously at the sight of those beautiful light green eyes.
I have found him.
Chapter Forty-One
BRUNO
I don’t understand what he’s doing.
He pulls my shemagh down and immediately starts to laugh and cry at the same time. Maybe he thinks I am someone else.
We’re not able to communicate, I tried Arabic with him, but he doesn’t seem to understand. Maybe he speaks a different dialect.
