Al couldn't turn back.
He knew that if he looked back, if he stayed longer he would run up to Cara and hug her.
He would hold her in his arms and never let go.
He was doing this for her, for them.
"Angelo, let's go." Al said as his companion remained standing, watching as women continued to say goodbye to the man they believed died.
At that same moment, Cara looked at Al's direction and their eyes made contact Cara froze and
"But Max!" The man called out as he hesitated. "I mean, how often do I get allowed to go to events like these?"
"Angelo." Al, now called Max, said in a stern tone as he walked away.
He had to leave now. He didn't know how long he could resist the urge to go back to his family, to abandon this mission and be with the person he loved.
"Coming." Angelo called out as they got into a waiting cab.
Angelo and Al/Max were quiet the entire time, both lost in their own thoughts.
