His expression told me he was serious.
I stepped onto the road, confused and frightened.
He tossed my duffel bag beside me.
“Find your own way home. Maybe it’ll toughen you up.”
Luego se alejó.
I watched the truck disappear behind a cloud of dust.
At first, I waited.
Surely he’d come back.
Ten minutes passed.
Then more.
Eventually, I began walking.
The summer heat was unbearable, and I had no idea where I was.
Casi dos horas después, llegué a una pequeña gasolinera.
The woman working there saw how exhausted and frightened I was.
Sin hacer preguntas innecesarias, me ofreció el teléfono.
Llamé a Diane.
Condujo una hora para llegar a mí.
When she arrived, she knelt beside me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Thomas, vienes a casa conmigo”.
Empecé a llorar.
Not because I was frightened anymore.
Because someone had finally come for me.
