Dante stops in a wider street, desperately looking for a way out, but we’re trapped. The cars pass quickly in front of us; he looks at me, thinking there is no way out.
I walk down the street, still carrying Sarah close to my chest while I attempt to make the cars abruptly come to a stop. Finally, a van stops and I force the occupants to negotiate with me.
“Give him the watch,” I tell Sarah when a man in a big red van stops.
“It's worth three times as much as your vehicle.” I tell him in Arabic.
The man takes it quickly from her hand and runs away, leaving the van running. Horns blasting, demanding that we move. I put Sarah in the passenger seat, and I get in the driver's seat. When I close the door, Dante and Amira are already sitting with the child in between them.
The man who survived Sarah shouting stops in front of the truck, trying to keep it from escaping, but my heavy foot hits the gas, knocking him down instantly.
“Wow! That was close!” I say to Sarah with relief. She gives me back an awkward smile. “What is it?”
Her hand covers her stomach tightly.
“Show me.”
As soon as she removes it, I can see the blood coming out of her body.
“For fuck’s sake!” I scream, “We'll get medical attention as soon as we leave Riyadh.”
She nods, trying to look unconcerned, but she can't fool me, I know that unease.
