are you rejecting me?

DEIRDRE POV

A while later, Matteo walked towards me with a large paper in his hand.

He sat on the bed, making me rise slowly and gazing at his hand.

"What's that?" I asked.

"The outcome of today's search," He said, then opened it slowly and turned it to face me.

It was a map. My eyes widened, and I sat up straight, "Does that mean we can..." I trailed off.

I didn't want to be too excited for fear that it might not really mean what I was thinking about.

"Yes, darling. We can finally leave here. However, we need help with decoding it. And you are the translator here." Matteo pointed out.

"What language is it in? And do you realize I don't know all the language of this world?" I asked him.

Matteo shrugged his big shoulders, "I am sure it's nothing you can't handle," He said.

Then he added, "I believe it's in Armenian."

Matteo set the map before me, looking at me with expectation-filled eyes.

"Tell me it's one of the languages you are fluent in, Deirdre," He said.

"Well, today is our luck