The airport is busy and crowded with tons of people, making it easier for me and Theo to blend in. Theo has my index and middle finger tightly clutched in her tiny grasp, her red padded jacket covering most of her, including her head that is covered with the hood.
I have mine pulled back, just in case people get suspicious, but I really don't want people to see me. I don't know how far I'm safe as long as I'm still inside the US.
After the sweet and pleasant visit from Suho, Theo and I spent a good twenty minutes packing all our important stuff, and also doing something about getting us out of the country.
It had been years since I used my skills, but I still managed to make us fake documents, including enough cash to get us a passageway to Poland.
The last time I used my hacking skills, it was five years ago, to get Theo and me out of Italy with new identities, and then four years ago, when I finally needed a better paying job other than a waitress in a restaurant. So I forged documents to show I had enough in me to work in a bank.
That was the last. I really wished I would never have the need to use these skills again. But, here we are again.
"Theo, stay close to me, alright?" I whisper to her in Italian, while she nodes her tiny head. Together we move towards the baggage carousel, placing our luggages and bags and anything else that might need testing.
The lady in charge examines me for any obstacle, and when she comes out empty handed, she moves on to Theo, doing the same thing what she did to me.
Once we are safe to cross, the lady lets us go, and we pick out or baggage from the other end of the carousel.
Things are almost done. We are almost there. In a few more minutes and soon we will be boarding the plane, and be off to our new life. A new start.
A few minutes my foot. We waited for more than four hours. And in that time span, Theo already dosed off, resting her head on my lap.
Soon, her name will be Laura Jones, and mine will be Tessa Jones, and we will be two new people entirely, all over again.
I sigh. My head rolling backwards while I pat Theo on the back softly, breathing through my mouth.
Just this one more time. Let me escape one more time, and I promise I will try my best to never get caught again. I will give Theo a new life, just please let her not get captured. Please.
Who am I even praying to? Who is it that I'm thinking about?
"Mommy?" Theo says groggily, slowly waking up from her slumber as she rubs her eyes, trying to look at me. "What's wrong luv?"
"I want to pee."
Oh.
She sits up, while I nod and stand up, pulling her along with me towards the restroom. From where we have been sitting, the rest room is quite the walk, enough for people to keep coming in our path; until there is just so much people I can barely see the restroom door.
"Excuse me," I try to make way, but it seems like this sea of people just won't part, and I'm stuck in the middle with Theo's hand in mine.
Wait, Theo's hand...
It's...it's not...
IT'S NOT THERE!
"Th-Theo?" I call out, looking at my now empty hands at the same time my heart begins to hammer in my chest, thudding violently. "Theo? Theo? THEO!?"
No longer caring that people are staring at me, I start yelling out her name, feeling the tears spring to my eyes at the thought of my daughter missing.
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The Mafia Twins (Sample)
Azione"Choose. Choose what you want." "Like this is some ice-cream flavour to choose?" Agatha seethed, the gun in her hands that hung limply by her side. Gustav grinned like the psycho he was, finding excitement to see his own daughter quivering in fear...
