It was hard to tell if hell was actually a burning place at that time. At three in the morning, hell looked nothing like the bible said. It was just pitch black, phone rings, and voices.
[Hello? She's on her way, God.]
"Good."
[Should I send the soldiers to meet her?]
"Don't. Wait for her to enter our territory."
[God?]
"He will run after her. Wait for it."
•••
'DRIVING TO THE VILLA. Will talk to Dad. Be back tonight. Love, Margaux'
A three-sentence note on the mirror, a little heart smiley, and her name written using her red lipstick were all it took for Rome's mind to melt into broken letters.
He was tired, and her arms were warm—so he slept. He should not have.
Who would have thought that it would take only that short while for her to slip between his fingers? Like sand se
