Alle Kapitel von No Return: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

She found Jay already dressed, filming the havoc they’d wreaked around the room. He turned his phone to her, but Silvia threw a towel over her head to hide her face. On the way to her bag, she dropped the shirt he’d lent her on the phone. “You’re not taking a shower?” she asked, rummaging through her duffel bag for underwear. “I’m two hours away from a hot tub.” Jay removed the shirt from his phone. “Shit. This stinks, you keep it.” He knew she hadn’t noticed the logo of his band on it, and he wanted her to keep it and find out later. A little souvenir. She caught it and threw it in the plastic bag with the rest of her laundry. When she turned around to put on her panties, he paid attention to the discreet tattoo under her left shoulder for the first time. A symbol and a feather. “Chinese?” he asked, touching it. “Japanese,” she replied, doing the button fly. “What does it mean?” She heard the sound from his phone and scowled at him from over her shoulder. He’d just taken a pi

Silvia breathed deep when the bus huffed to a stop by the platform.There it was.Within minutes, she would leave behind all the wrongs she’d been through there. And all the good things as well. But since wrongs had been many more, and much more significant, she couldn’t feel down about leaving that godforsaken fold of the world to never come back.She went back to the truck with the brothers to fetch her luggage, and busy hanging her rucksack from her shoulders, she missed Sean’s face when he learned that the four-figure guitar now belonged to his brother.The man with the serious frown cracked a quick smile to wish her a safe trip.“Thank you, Sean.” She hesitated. “May I ask you one last favor?”Sean hesitated too, before replying with a curt, cautious nod. Silvia’s thumb pointed at Jay, waiting two steps away with her duffel bag and a little smile.“His inner bastard is begging

The bus cruised down the Interstate while Silvia struggled to untangle her earphones. Finally she was able to plug them to her phone to play some music. And she had another fit of shaky giggles when she heard the beginning of Save Your Soul, and Jim Robinson—Jay, for Christ’s sake!—sang in her ear.Good Lord, it was just too much. How come such a thing had ever happened? Was it even possible? How could she spend all that time with Jim Robinson and never realize it was him? And what on God’s green earth was he even doing there, in the middle of nowhere, in that rural area north of Fargo, North Dakota?Later on, back home, Paola would help her see that what had happened was simply impossible to expect or even imagine.“I mean, we know Brad Pitt came here to ski, and Roger Waters came for some fly-fishing, but you wouldn’t expect to find them at the groceries’, right?”Yeah, she was right. And

It was like those fishers boasting about their catch. The first time they told the tale, they would put their hands one foot apart. “It was this big!” they’d say about the size of the trout they’d caught. The second time they told the tale, their hands would be two feet apart. “It was this big!” A week later, they had harpooned down Moby Dick single-handedly and even saved Captain Ahab. That was how the Jay Affair kept growing out of any proportion. Silvia wasn’t sure who she could share the story with. Yeah, Paola, sure. Especially because Paola would help her turn Moby Dick back into a regular trout. But until she could sit down with her friend, she didn’t feel like sharing the story with her little sister and her other friends. Coming home felt like a ton of rocks lifted from her shoulders. Gosh, she’d missed her siblings, her dog, her house, her town. She still had some days of her vacations left, and she f

Catching up with her everyday life was easier than she expected, and that Friday she called on a ladies night to tell Pat’s tale only once. When she was done with it, she said she’d also met somebody before leaving the US. She omitted Jim’s name, and Paola had promised absolute silence, so it looked like just a casual comment on the sidelines. However, Silvia had to bear with a patient smile the well-earned dose of teases about her fixation with gringos. Seeing they were all in an excellent mood, Silvia thought she could start filming for the video Jim had requested. She made sure she didn’t look like the ultimate mess and tried an introduction. Over that week she got used to shooting here and there, a couple of minutes each time, and by the end of the week, after a little editing with the easiest software she found, she thought she was satisfied with her five-minute video. So she followed Jim’s instructions to upload it straight to the blog he had created,