Chapter 41
The rags between Aya’s legs were soaked with blood.
“I can’t go,” Jara said. “You’re too sick.”
Aya’s frail fingers gripped Jara’s wrist. Aya struggled for words. “Do what ... I say. Find him ... bring him.”
Jara dipped a fresh rag in a bowl of cool water. She wiped the sweat from Aya’s face.
“But ma’am, I don’t even remember what he looks like,” Jara said. “What if I can’t find him?”
Aya closed her eyes. “Find him.”
“But how do you know he’s still there? He might be anywhere by now.”
“Don’t ... argue!” A wracking cough took hold. Blood flecked from Aya’s lips. Jara supported Aya’s head until the coughing subsided.
“Ma’am, I can’t go. Who’ll take care of you? You’re too sick. What if you ...”
Aya grimaced. “Die? You don’t know how I wish for that. Find him. Bring him h
