Page 60 of Saved By A God
It rings but goes to voicemail. “Rosie reached out to me via songs and coded messages.” I hang up and steer the Mustang toward my apartment.
It’s been two months of not hearing her voice. Not seeing her mischievous smile. Not catching her watching me. Not touching her.
Uncle Dario gave up searching for Rosie last week because it was taking a toll on Aunt Eden, and he needed to be there for her.
Everyone thinks she’s dead. Everyone’s given up.
I can’t. I will never give up on her.
Hammering my foot down on the gas, I leave Ciro and Nathan behind in my hurry to get home so I can search the internet for any clues.
By the time I park the Mustang in my regular spot, sweat beads all over my body. I shove the door open and quickly get out before slamming it shut again and running toward the elevator. Once inside, I scan my keycard and impatiently wait during the ride to the top floor.
The instant the doors open, I run to where the encrypted laptop is lying on the coffee table. I learned a couple of things watching Uncle Dario work over the past seven weeks.
Dropping down on the couch, I open the laptop and key in the password.
Suddenly, the entertainment system turns on by itself, and my head snaps up.
For a second, there’s only the soft hum of the speakers coming alive, then the first notes of a song fill the room, and once again goosebumps erupt over my skin.
It’s the last song she played for me.LonelybyAkon.
“Rosie!” Desperation fills my voice as I shoot to my feet, and walking closer to the entertainment system, I notice the volume bar moving on its own.
Three notches up. One down. Three up again.
My heart slams against my ribs as the air bursts over my lips and intense relief pours through me with indescribable force.
“Rosie!” I shout in case she can hear me. Running to the nearest camera, I look up, my voice is hoarse as I say, “Send me GPS coordinates so I can find you.” I lift my arm as another wave of relief sends shivers over my body and reach for the camera. “Thank you,bella mia. Fuck. Thank you for this sign. I’ll find you. I promise I won’t rest until I have you back.”
The song ends, and the entertainment system switches off, and as silence falls around me, I gasp through the emotions flooding my chest.
So much fucking relief and gratefulness. Hope. God, the intense hope makes my head spin, and bending over, I brace my hands on my knees while breathing through the miracle that’s just been handed to me.
My woman is alive.
Thank you, God.
Fuck.
Rosie is alive.
I knew it. I fucking knew it!
Straightening up, I dig my phone out of my pocket and dial Uncle Dario’s number again.
This time it only rings twice before he answers, “Hi, Enzo.” His voice sounds drained of all life.
“Did you get my message?”
“No, I haven’t had a chance to listen.”
“Rosie is alive. She’s been sending me messages for the past thirty minutes.”
“What?” he gasps.
“Music has always been her thing. She sent me two songs she knew I’d recognize and two messages on my dashboard screen.Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ aliveandLiving’ on a prayer. She’s alive, Uncle Dario. Come over and see if you can track her. Maybe she left crumbs for you to follow.”
