"Truth Be Told."
Sergio.
He needed water. His mouth was the Saharan desert. As he stood outside of his daughter's residence, he meditated and rehearsed everything that he was going to say to her.
I keep trying to dial the fun and playful me but he won't pick up the phone. Why is that? Oh yeah, I'm scared; but it's time to figure out what's going on, for real this time, no comforting self delusions.
You were taken from me, I never wanted to lose contact with you. Your mother..
And then he realised something.
What if Aisha and this adoptive family have some sort of agreement together? And this will only put her on my tail? There might be a special instruction on my part. I mean, she wouldn't just stop at taking the child away from me. She'd put extra effort into it. Shit, let me go and think about this in the car. What's wrong with her?
