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“Noah?”
I’d been looking out the window, but turned when she said my name.
“I don’t know what to expect.”
I walked over and sat beside her on the sofa. “I don’t either.”
“It may sound as terrible as my complaining about my life being in limbo, but I don’t want to learn more about human trafficking. What I’m imagining my sister is going through is horrific enough. I don’t need confirmation that it’s actually worse.”
What I’d discovered about traffickers was worse than I imagined, so I understood her trepidation. “I know this sounds impossible, but try your hardest not to think about it. I know it may seem trite—”
“It does.”
“I’m sorry, Sera—”
“Don’t be,” she said, interrupting me a second time. “I understand, and it’s what I’ve been trying to do. You’re also right to say it sounds impossible, because it is.”
“What has helped you until now?”
“Convincing myself she’s ‘somewhere’ and fine and, when I do find her, she’ll tell me how sorry she is for worrying me when she was sunning herself on a tropical island.”
“Where would she go? Is there a place the two of you traveled to together?”
“We went to Greece when I passed the bar. We had almost no money, so it was bare bones, but we still had the time of our lives.”
“Tell me about that trip while I get us something to drink.”
“Do you think, uh, never mind.”
I raised a brow.
“Wine, and I’m sure they have a selection to choose from.”
I wasn’t certain there would be any in this apartment, but I had no doubt Press would be able to tell me where to get my hands on a couple of bottles. I’d made arrangements for one very special bottle of wine to be sent to the hotel, which I’d pick up in the morning. However, that one, I’d save for Sera, Luisa, and I to share. Or for the two of them to have on their own. When I went into the kitchen, though, I found a fully stocked wine cooler. “Red or white?” I asked.
“If there’s both, white, please.”
I located two glasses, nicer than the ones I owned, and that was saying something since they were a gift from my mother. I uncorked an exceptional white wine from the Friuli region of Italy, poured two glasses, took them into the living room, and handed one to Sera.
“Be right back.” I’d also found an assortment of crackers along with a selection of cheeses I put on a plate and set on the coffee table.
“Now, tell me about Greece.”
