“I'm sorry,” she says, ashamed.
My body wants to hold her in my arms again, but the mother beats me and squeezes her hard.
“Please don’t ever ask me to forgive you again, you just brought our son back.”
While the women talk, I exchange numbers with Ben's father, offering my help if they need anything and also to stay in touch with the child. When we shake hands, the women say goodbye in tears.
Finally, taking possession of Sarah's body, I walk with her to the minivan I rented, ready to take her home with me.
We watch the parents and the child greet us from the doorway of their home until they close the door.
It's done.
I feel sad but satisfied. Not only did we save Ben's life, we saved those two souls, too.
My hands wipe away Sarah's tears and my mouth absorbs the moisture in her skin.
“Buckle up, beautiful, because I'm going to fly home and fuck you till your legs stop working.”
