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80 : Refuge

• Rome, Italy •

A long, boring, back pain-triggering flight back to America was what she thought would be wasting her entire day when she got out of bed this morning.  Veronica could only scowl at what fate had in store for her and her ex.

It felt like it was the longest morning of her life.  She couldn't even tell the time.  After stealthily handing her phone to Théo, she pretended to be busy inspecting Rafa's gunshot wound while leaning over his upper body, her right knee pressing against the backseat cushion. 

She was intentionally blocking Rafa's view of Théo to obscure Théo's first attempts at contacting the authorities with an SOS call, or some texts to his friends here in Italy.  She, on the other hand, didn't even know the emergency number here in Italy.

"Cazzo... Non mi hanno mai sparato." Rafa grunted and tensed his shoulders and arms.  H

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