Bruno
“What do you mean, you moved out?” I say.
Carter sounds nervous.
I always know when he's lying to me and now there's something behind his words, something he's afraid to tell me and I'm not going to stop until I get the information.
“Yeah, well, we live close by, don't worry.”
I take a deep breath, filling my lungs. He's into some shit, I can smell it.
“Did you get the house ready?”
I know Sarah had avoided my house like a plague after I left, it must have been dirty after all this time.
“Yeah, it's all set,” he says “oh, and I added a few more beds for the extra package.”
“Thanks, did you talk to the real estate agent?” I lower my voice; I don’t want to Sarah to hear this.
“Yes, you got offers already.”
“Awesome, the sooner I sell it the better.” I don't want to go back to the same house. I want to start over, in a new home with my wife.
I also have to look for a house for Dante, but that's something I have to talk to him about later.
“We have less than an hour left, I'll see you at the airport.”
“Hey, I…I’m…”
Carter starts to utter words, but I'm not hearing anymore, someone else is stealing my attention. Sarah's eyes study me from her seat. I’m still trying to figure it out why she set so far away from me.
“Carter, I’m sorry there is something I need to get care off,” I cut him off “we can talk when I get there.” silence floats between the two of us.
“Gotcha, see you later,” he ends the call.
“Sarah, come here...” I call her name with a surprisingly grumpy tone.
My body is drained, I hadn't rested in days, and the woman I love is watching me from afar as if I were a mad dog.
She comes towards me, and the need to feel her warmth takes control of my body. I pull her onto my lap.
Little Ben sleeps on the seat in front of me, as do Dante and Amira, we’re alone but our short but nourished conversation lasts only a few minutes before Amira decides to interrupt us.
I don't trust her at all, but Dante does, and I have to trust my brother's instincts.
The strange woman takes my future wife away from me,again. Resentment and suspicion are building up.
I can hear Sarah’s murmurs, then an angry tone. I don't like that woman upsetting her.
What could she be saying to her? Woman stuff? No, why would Sarah be so angry then?
Shortly after, Amira walks by my side without looking at me. In fact, she deliberately dodges my angry gaze and returns to her place, like a frightened little puppy. But Sarah doesn't come back to me and I start to get really worry.
What if Amira works for her brother?
My muscles get tense. My fingers play an invisible piano on my leg, I wait a few seconds but the adrenaline shoots; I stand up and walk straight towards Sarah. I can see her absolutely still. My heartbeat increases. My mind plays games in my head by showing me pictures of an unconscious Sarah.
I speed up my steps.
