Twenty-five

Time travels so fast.

Plus the car was awkwardly silent from changing the wheel from one person to another. The only person who did not handle the wheel was Tracy and all thanks to her arm, so the work of navigator shifted from Stella to her.

I asked Rico why we did not take flight, as it would have been the fastest idea and a quick way to get Sophia instead of this two days journey.

"Marco has his connection. The minute we drop from the plane, we ascend to heaven that day." That was his reply to me as he drove and I was lucky to be beside him while Stella slept on my shoulder mouth wide open. 

 My legs ache like hell, so I put them on the dashboard beside Stella's and put my hands behind my head. I closed my eyes to enjoy the last sleep before we get to Miami.