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Peter
The week leading up to the meeting with Novak is among the longest of my life. We replenish our supplies, procure more weapons, and step up daily training, pushing ourselves to the point of complete exhaustion, but it’s not enough to make the hours pass any faster. Each day feels like a month, each night a never-ending struggle to sleep without Sara by my side. If it weren’t for the daily reports from the men I hired to watch her, I’d already be on the plane to the US, her parents’ need for her and my plan be damned.
Not that the reports are all that thorough. The FBI are all over Sara, following her around everywhere she goes, and my men have to hang back, being careful not to attract attention. Aside from the obvious danger to them, it wouldn’t be good for Sara if the FBI kne
