10 Freedom
While the small private plane headed west, flying over one State after another, Alice couldn't stop thinking that moving toward an area still cloaked in darkness, chased by dawn, was a perfect metaphor for her life.
The sun was rising above a city she had loved, despite all its faults and its countless contradictions, but now it represented her past. Daylight illuminated streets she had always hurried through, never giving proper consideration to details or to little things. Weak sunlight would have warmed the day to people she knew, with whom she had grabbed a coffee, exchanged small talk or shared interests. Instead, she was going into the darkness, the uncertain, the danger. Still human, but not quite, and scared to death.
Gina was asleep in an armchair, sedated, dresse
