It is 3am, and I look at my right ring finger and see Anja's ring. I look at my left hand, but the star sapphire is not there. I feel such loss. If I had the ring, Leida would return to me. I should have kept it, as she wished. I should have run back to her, and kissed her, that evening in her home. I have been such... a fool.
"Elisa! Please come and help me! Please guide me," I cry and begin slow choking sobs.
Bill wakes up and looks at me. He shakes his head, eyes bleary. He lies back down on his bunk, covers his head with a pillow."
"Elisa," I whisper, "please send stars to help me decide—Where is my home? I don't know what to do, Frau Elisa. I just don't know... where my home might be."
Today is now the 12th of January. Today I will fly back to the States. Today I lose her—lose them both.
I pace around the room for a while. I twist and turn in my bunk covers. Sleepless hours later, I get up to begin my travel day.
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The Wall Crossers
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