“You feel something with her,” she whispered. “I knew the minute I saw that girl that there was something special about her. She can give you the comfort that you need.” Her eyes were wet, and Mark stepped forward wrapping his arm around her, giving her a quick squeeze.
“I’m no good to someone like her Rosita. She needs someone that she can depend on. That isn’t me.”
“You listen to me, ever since you came to me and Sergio I knew you were special. Why do you think God put you here? Huh? Because he knew that you could save her. He knew that he could depend on you.” She patted his cheek like he was a little boy, then stepped back.
“Now go. Keep that sweet girl safe.”
“Thank you, Rosita. Danny is waiting for your call. There’s a new burner on the car seat,” he said, pushing aside her words.
Most would worry about an older lady heading off on her own after just leaving the scene that they had.
But he knew better.
Rosita was more than capable of handling herself.
She nodded, waved slightly to Winter then turned making her way to the only other car in the lot.
Before she got in, she turned to him again.
“Please be careful, Marcus. She is very fragile.” Then she got in the car and drove away.
He got in his truck and drove out of the parking lot.
He didn’t know why God had chosen him to go in and save Winter. He somehow doubted it was because like Rosita had said that she was meant for him.
But no matter what it was that had placed him there, fate, God, karma, he was going to make sure that Winter was safe no matter what.
Only then would he figure out where to go next.
I’ve got you little bird.
She was sitting quietly in the front of the man’s truck. Marcus, Rosita had called him. Her hands were twisted in her dress, and all she could think about was what Rosita had told her.
Don’t pass out.
You’re safe.
You’re free.
Her tummy was twirling, nausea threatening to overtake her, her skin was slick with sweat and her vision was slowly wavering. She was trying to hold on, but she was losing the battle. The adrenaline from everything was starting to catch up with her.
Still, she clenched her hands tighter and tried to hold on.
Ernesto was dead.
