Chapter 37The things that we love tell us what we are.
—Saint Thomas Aquinas
5:30 a.m. GMT+3, May 23, 2022
Siirt, former Turkey, now Anatolian Kurdish State
Peter slowly opens his eyes, never having felt better. No fog. No haze. Just peace and beauty. He tries to remember this really important dream. But alas, that has not changed, as he cannot. Blurry-eyed, he spies the ceiling of Zara’s brother’s room.
But then, a fuzzy black head pops over him. Slurp. And here’s a lamb greeting him at the gates of heaven. Was that all a dream? Did they save Jean-Paul or did he really die in a hailstorm of bullets? But then he feels the heat. Was his mother right? He didn’t confess enough and he’s headed the other way.
Then his eyes pop wide open as he senses the body heat next to him. Zara is in b
