I leave in search of the soldier guarding the room and find him talking to Arturo.
Cynical as always, I smile at my brother-in-law, who clearly does not understand my sudden charm, considering we have barely even greeted each other in days.
“Arturo, darling! I’m bored. God only knows when we’ll get out of here, so pretend you have some manners and spend a little time with us.”
He considers answering, probably intending to refuse, until I make it easier for him to read the message written on my hand.
He may be an i***t, but at least he is not stupid.
He immediately understands what I need.
“Of course, sis-in-law. Cézar, if Francesco calls, tell him I hope we’re home by my birthday.”
The soldier understands the urgency because Arturo’s birthday passed only recently.
He follows me int
