Chapter Thirteen
It had just rained, and the air reminded Elena of the mountains and the desert and the ocean all in one breath. It reminded her of Nikos because she remembered the countryside and his face so much a part of it.
She rented a faded red Fiat at the airport, driving into the hills, taking winding turns as slow as she would at home, and holding her breath when another driver would zoom past her on the narrow road. She was waiting for a crash, that urgent thundering of metal and glass. Once before, just before the lights in her mind extinguished for days, she’d heard that sound and hadn’t thought about it in all this time. It was another reason to shudder anxiously; that, and getting closer to Ramon each kilometer that took her further from Barcelona.
She wondered why the ai
