I breathed in as we crossed. Even the air felt different there. “Any of this look familiar?” I asked Omar.
He squinted up, left, right. “Nope. But pretty.” He aimed his index finger to the giant rock ahead. “Are we going up there?”
I nodded, smiled so wide it hurt. “That’s where the monkeys are, according to what I read online. And you can see two continents from up there, Europe and Africa. And then we can walk through the mountain itself, through the siege tunnels.”
“Lost me,” said he. “I do not know this term. Siege tunnels.”
I tickled his chin. “Lost you? No, not so soon after I found you.” Oddly, the very thought put a pit in my stomach. We barely knew each other, and yet it felt like I’d always known him. Or, at the very least, was meant to. Just like with the first Omar. Did tha
