Gunshot wounds, broken bones, and heart attacks didn’t even trigger a dewy forehead on the woman. But as we sat in that dingy trucker motel situated on a dusty road on the outskirts of Cahuita, I noticed a look of forlornness in her eyes. And a lot of sweat. Of course, it was June and hotter than hell, but she was definitely freaking out in her own quiet way.I sat next to her on the edge of the bed and gripped her hand. I wanted to tell her that everything would be all right, though we both knew that wasn’t likely. Paolo wouldn’t simply up and leave on his own.Images of him being dragged off from the church’s men’s room and thrown into the trunk of a car drilled holes into my soul. I felt so helpless. I needed to be out looking for him, combing the airport or…crap. I didn’t know. I just needed to be doing something other than sitting in my wedding dress, crying.Ohmygod. Ohmygod. This is bad. How did they find us? Not that I knew who “they” were. My father had countless enemies reaching every corner of the world.Staring at the bolted door, my mom let out a heartbroken sigh.
