“Oh, by the way, Sir, why didn’t you take the helicopter back this time?”
Albie let out a sigh. “I had a fight with my girlfriend. I went to the train station to apologize, but I couldn’t find her. Her phone’s been off, too.”
Albie went to the train station to find me?
I parted my lips, struggling to make a sound, to tell him I was here. But the brutal elbow strike from earlier had left me barely able to breathe. I could feel the damage deep inside, my body so weak that no words would come out.
"You’re in a relationship, Sit? That girl must be extraordinary," the bald man flattered him. "Next time, you have to bring her back to the tribe so we can meet her."
"Mhmm," Albie responded absentmindedly. "I was planning to introduce her to everyone during the New Year, but I made her angry."
"By the way, Uncle, prepare the helicopter for tomorrow. I don’t want her spending the holidays upset. I’ll go straight to her home and apologize."
He sighed. "Judging by the time, she should have arrived home by now."
Weakly, I reached out, desperate to tell Albie that I wasn’t home. I was here. He couldn’t leave. If he did, I would die in this place.
But no words came. Only silent tears fell, drop by drop.