Part 61

Part 61

Heading down the tracks I couldn't help the tears I shed. The pain in my chest started to become unbearable to keep silent. Without realizing I started to sob, the young lady next to me holding a child in her arms handed me a tissue, patted my hand and told me whatever the reason for the tears just know that I did my best. Normally I would be upset but it's something I needed to hear. Switching up my voice a little I whispered "thank you." Once I've completed my mini mental breakdown I excused myself and headed to the restroom to freshen up.

I get to my seat and there's Dave looking like a Muslim man, face covered with an Afghan scarf. Without making a scene, I excused myself and sat back in my seat. He starts writing in Arabic; I guess this is my crash course because I've been working on that for the longest and still having problems.

كنت أعرف أنك كانوا في طريقهم ل مغادرة ، استغرق فقط لفترة أطول مما كان متوقعا . وبقيت في غرفة إضافيين من 90 دقيقة ، وقال انه لم يحضر .

Now, I'm sitting here starring at this note wanting to beat myself up because, he never came back. Eric never came back for me. Dave waited for me to respond but I couldn't muster up anything to say. We sat in silence until we reached Italy; located another motel that didn't ask for identification and got a room, that's when I found everything out. Eric was Dave's mark, he found out because Dave slipped him the envelope so he had time to run; all the while leaving me behind. 

After a few more mini mental breakdowns I pull myself together and asked how did he know I was leaving. He told me that he knew Eric would run and he figured I would get fed up with his disappearance and leave. I guess my movements are more transparent than I expected. I sat there on the edge of the bed for God knows how long, then decided to shower and move forward. My biggest heartbreak is that he didn't trust me enough to take me with him.