Peter turns to look out the window, reflecting upon whether he can be that focused, that calm, and that decisive when this moment comes.
They pass a sign that says twenty kilometers to Siirt, and Zara says, “Peter, tell me about your Sarah. How long did you know her?”
“About four and a half years. A little bit more than that,” Peter replies, wondering where this conversation came from and where it is going. Jean-Paul’s ears have awoken from his meditation and are attuned to their conversation as well.
“What did you love about her, your Sarah? Her appearance, or something else?” asks Zara as she glances at Peter.
“Yes, and yes. What I most loved about her was how we could talk. I thought she loved ancient aliens, and we discussed them for hours on end. But maybe I was wrong about her,”
