I started the car without saying anything, moving away from the airport with a clear destination, only with the feeling that returning home would be committing an irreversible error.
I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I knew with absolute clarity that I needed time.
Twenty minutes later, I was parked on a secondary street, with the engine off and my hands still gripping the steering wheel as if letting go might unleash something worse.
—What else did you hear? —I finally asked, without turning around.
Sophie took a while to respond.
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