14.
“You okay?” I ask, as I take hold
of her arm.
“I’m a nun,” she says. “Suffering
is my life.”
I take a look up at the giant
electronic Departures/Arrivals billboard mounted to the station’s polished
stone interior. The Turin train has arrived at Platform 2 and is now boarding.
“s**t,” I say. “Damn train is
scheduled to depart at 7:05pm.” I shoot a glance at my wristwatch. “That’s one
minute ago.”
“We’ll have to wait for the next
one,” Anya says.
“Let’s go,” I say, taking hold of
her hand.
“The platform is all the way on the
other side of the station, Chase. We’ll never make it.”
“Run sister run!”
We make our way through the throngs
of travelers and commuters going in and out of Milan station. Mixed in with the
people are the many polizia who have arrived to investiga
