- LUCIANO -
Luciana's house is quaint and near the beach. Dex and I are sipping agua frescas on the front porch, and I can hear the waves crashing and smell the salt of it on the air. It's easy to relax here and feel less anxious about potential dangers lurking.
Maybe it's true that Costa Rica is safe and I have nothing to worry about. Maybe my enemies won't follow me here. Maybe Rory is completely healthy. Or maybe I feel more at ease because she is right inside and that calm of her presence is still infecting me after a morning of imagining the worst.
It's dangerous to be lulled into such a sense of peace, but I like it. I can imagine staying here and getting a home overlooking the water—enjoying refreshing drinks like this and exploring the wilderness while we get old and grey.
We.
"What did you say to Rory?" Dex asks while we both stare into the distance. Rain must be coming. The sky has a slightly darker tint to it.
