The whole humanizing routine takes me an ungodly amount of time while I alternate between despair, determination, and nausea.
When I feel like a person—the jury is out on that one—I take my phone to call her. Enough of the pity party. We have a child who needs us to be adults.
I swipe my screen, grateful the battery is still alive. Barely. Before I even dial, Alf’s messages glare at me.
Alf
I think your girl is here.
Liam, answer!
Where the fuck are you? You need to come.
Jesus, are you alive?
She is unconscious.
She didn’t leave me. I failed her.
Chapter 33
Liam
My shirt is soaked.
My mind is in survival mode.
I flex my fingers.
I want to yell at the driver to speed up.
I don’t.
She needs me calm.
Alf gave me just the basics.
Landslide. So typical. The car went off the road somewhere in the mountains.
She was inside. Hurt. Alone. Trapped.
The driver from the capital didn’t know the terrain. Why did he drive so far in such conditions?
If I ever got my hands on him… Not productive.Calm down.
Thank fuck that Alf heard about it andinterfered. Just like all those years ago when he found me in the ditch.
Why the fuck was she in Guatemala? Looking for me, I suppose. She should have called. What was she thinking?
I check my watch for the hundredth time. Like knowing the time could help me bend it. Could get me to her faster.
It can’t.
The tires dig into the road, still soaked from last night’s rain.
I should have checked Alf’s messages. Instead, I went to a bar. I gave up on her.
I continue the unproductive blaming game while the scenery changes. I couldn’t get a helicopter fast enough, so I opted for the car.
