Sarah
The window glass is scattered everywhere, that’s why Ben is sitting on my lap, I don't want him to cut his little hands, even if that means to be in excruciating pain because of my wound. He's calmer now, and that’s all that matter.
Fuck, if Dante hadn't found the gun like he did, we'd probably be dead by now.
Bruno continues to make arrangements with his contact, his bloody fast fingers are quickly typing , he told me the cell phone battery is dying and it is our only way to communicate with Carter and the pilot.
I keep wondering why he keeps my blood in his hands, when he had plenty of times to wash it. He washed Razzag’s blood from his face, though.
“Bruno,” I call him, suddenly realizing something. “The hotel...our things, my passport!”The letter.
He inhales very slowly through his nose and exhales before answering me.
“We lost all of that, but don’t worry, new documentation is waiting for you at home.”
At home.
I haven’t had a real home since…well, forever.
After the rescue, I had moved from place to place, not feeling that any of those places were a home. First the secured house, not a home, it smelled of humidity and grandmother. Then Bruno's, a strange place, beautiful without a doubt, but cold and not very personalized, the only thing I really enjoyed in there was Bruno's presence, because as soon as he left, it became sad and lonely and too big for me and my thoughts. Then I moved to the military base where there is no sense of home at all, I only had a bed and some belongings. Finally, the apartment where I lived, which was always temporary. In my mind, I knew I shouldn't put down roots there; it was just a place to sleep; I knew it in my core. Why? Because I always waited for him and now Bruno says Home, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to refer to just one place.
“What about the car?” I again interrupt, his constant hard clicking on the cell phone.
He stops what he's doing and locks his green eyes with mine. “Fuck the car.”
“But—” millions of dollars had gone out!
“Sarah...” he slides his arm around the seat and rests his big hand on my head. “It's just a car, set it on fire, I don’t care. I came to this country for something in particular, and I'm taking more than I deserve. You understand what I’m saying?” his eyes flash to Ben.
I nod my head and he kisses me tenderly on the lips.
I wonder what plans Bruno has for Ben.
His little soul called for us, he had to be rescued. Now, having him in my arms makes me immensely happy, I feel I did the right thing and taking him back to his parents is the most successful mission of all.
But something makes me uneasy, I don’t think Bruno is thinking the same thing anymore; I am frightened that he will answer me with something that is either impossible or illegal.
My eyes scan the car, we all look terrible, our faces are dirty, and our clothes are torn.
Exhaustion rules us all.
Hardly anyone talks anymore, and if they do, the answers are just guttural sounds.
Amira now sleeps in the front seat; Dante looks at her secretly from time to time. Amira is completely hermetic, and she doesn't give off any feeling when she looks at him, I just hope to see those two together someday.
Bruno keeps typing, he snorts every time he writes wrong and ends up erasing everything; he makes me smile, I can imagine him being really old, complaining about technology.
“Don't fall behind, Bruno.” I whisper with a smirk on my face. “Don't let your age show.”
He is sharp and ready to give me a comeback. “I thought you were into old men, Sarah.”
I laugh.
We have an age gap, but I don’t really notice it.
I sigh and I try to relax my body as I hold the warm child in my arms. Bruno moves towards me, just to feel the contact of our bodies.
Could this be the perfect life?
