Chapter Eight
48 Hours to go
Antonio held Sara from behind on the floor in front of the couch as they watched TV in his apartment, trying to be mindful of her various bruises. Bruises that were mostly healed, but still sensitive. He didn’t even know what they were watching exactly because his mind was racing with so many things he wanted to tell her. The way she appeared at his doorstep, however, didn’t exactly invite conversation. She knocked once, and when he opened the door she quietly walked in, grabbing his hand as she walked past. They’ve been sitting in front of the couch, on the floor, watching TV ever since. Neither had said a word.
Antonio took a deep breath.
“Sara-”
“Shut up. Just hold me. Don’t talk.”
Antonio shut up.
Another show came and went.
“Sara-”
Sara shrugged o
