The Sons of Adam: The sequel of The Immortal Collection (A Saga of the Ancient Family Book 2) by Eva García Sáenz Read Free Book Online
Authors: Eva García Sáenz
suspended in a moment that I could make out in an instant. The bed was reasonably made. The books were in their unstable pile next to the armchair. I grabbed the keys for her old house and took the freeway to Santander. A few minutes later I was at her parent's apartment in the Plaza Pombo, but it was so cold and soulless that I didn't stay for more than a minute. Just enough time to see that Dana hadn't visited her memories in months.
I left another voicemail, slightly longer, slightly more anxious than the last.
I checked my cell, her Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and Archaeologists accounts, were she often spent hours, in case she had updated her status. Nothing at all.
7pm. I decided to go back to the MAC. Where else could she be? I took a deep breath and went from office to office, asking everyone if they had given her a ride to Santander, or to our house. Chisca, Nieves and Onofre hadn't seen her, none of the interns had, or the new guy in Restoration. I took another deep breath and knocked on the door to Elisa's office. She was the most improbable of all the possibilities, but I still had to try.
"Elisa, by any chance have you seen Adriana today?"
She looked up in surprise. Since Jairo del Castillo had entered her life like the fire of Hades, burning her like any other citizen from the 21st century, she'd been wandering around the museum with an absent look on her face. She'd cut her hair and dyed it black, adding another twenty years to the black circles that pulled her eyes downwards. She always looked at me for slightly longer than necessary. I think she was trying to find some trace of my brother in me, as if she was trying to convince herself that he had once existed and what she went through with him a year ago —that humiliating episode in the Real Hotel with the handcuffs and the iron bars— had actually happened.
After hearing her negative grunt, I felt someone touch me on the shoulder and I turned around with a start.
"Boss, have you found Adriana yet?" asked Salva, who had been waiting patiently in the doorway. "The guys from Vitoria are pretty pissed because she didn't turn up for the video conference."
"No, I haven't seen her!" I shouted. "And stop asking me! Show a little initiative and sort it out on your own!"
Elisa, still sitting in her office, lifted her head, as if my shouting had roused her from a daydream. Salva, on the other hand, took a few seconds to react. He tugged on his cap and turned around, ready to go down the stairs.
"Ok, boss. Fine," he managed to say, drooping his shoulders.
I felt bad and ran down the stairs after him.
"Salva, I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have shouted at you, you were just doing your job."
"Don't worry about it, boss. Bad day?"
Good question , I thought.
"I'm still not sure. An empty day, if anything."
"Well, then I hope it gets better soon."
"Me too," I said, almost begging.
9pm. I now faced the disconcerting reality that no one had seen her all day, but at least I knew that Dana had gone to the MAC, given that her car was still parked there.
At that point I was sure that something had happened to her, or that she was more upset with me than I had originally thought, or maybe I had hit a nerve, one that should never be hit if you didn't want to hurt someone that you cared so much about.
Once again, I punched in the nine digits that separated us and I recorded my concerns.
"My darling Dana, this is the eleventh message that I've left. Many hours have passed and it's not funny anymore. I understand that you're angry, and I hope that we can talk about this calmly, or not so calmly, tonight, about everything that's been left unsaid. We'll talk about the Neolithic Age, about the battle of Kinsale and the fall of Rome, if necessary. I promise that I'll draw you a color map of a bedroom at Çatal Hüyük, of the public buildings and the town square. What I want to say, Dana, after this clumsy attempt of reconciliation with information as bait, is
I left another voicemail, slightly longer, slightly more anxious than the last.
I checked my cell, her Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and Archaeologists accounts, were she often spent hours, in case she had updated her status. Nothing at all.
7pm. I decided to go back to the MAC. Where else could she be? I took a deep breath and went from office to office, asking everyone if they had given her a ride to Santander, or to our house. Chisca, Nieves and Onofre hadn't seen her, none of the interns had, or the new guy in Restoration. I took another deep breath and knocked on the door to Elisa's office. She was the most improbable of all the possibilities, but I still had to try.
"Elisa, by any chance have you seen Adriana today?"
She looked up in surprise. Since Jairo del Castillo had entered her life like the fire of Hades, burning her like any other citizen from the 21st century, she'd been wandering around the museum with an absent look on her face. She'd cut her hair and dyed it black, adding another twenty years to the black circles that pulled her eyes downwards. She always looked at me for slightly longer than necessary. I think she was trying to find some trace of my brother in me, as if she was trying to convince herself that he had once existed and what she went through with him a year ago —that humiliating episode in the Real Hotel with the handcuffs and the iron bars— had actually happened.
After hearing her negative grunt, I felt someone touch me on the shoulder and I turned around with a start.
"Boss, have you found Adriana yet?" asked Salva, who had been waiting patiently in the doorway. "The guys from Vitoria are pretty pissed because she didn't turn up for the video conference."
"No, I haven't seen her!" I shouted. "And stop asking me! Show a little initiative and sort it out on your own!"
Elisa, still sitting in her office, lifted her head, as if my shouting had roused her from a daydream. Salva, on the other hand, took a few seconds to react. He tugged on his cap and turned around, ready to go down the stairs.
"Ok, boss. Fine," he managed to say, drooping his shoulders.
I felt bad and ran down the stairs after him.
"Salva, I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have shouted at you, you were just doing your job."
"Don't worry about it, boss. Bad day?"
Good question , I thought.
"I'm still not sure. An empty day, if anything."
"Well, then I hope it gets better soon."
"Me too," I said, almost begging.
9pm. I now faced the disconcerting reality that no one had seen her all day, but at least I knew that Dana had gone to the MAC, given that her car was still parked there.
At that point I was sure that something had happened to her, or that she was more upset with me than I had originally thought, or maybe I had hit a nerve, one that should never be hit if you didn't want to hurt someone that you cared so much about.
Once again, I punched in the nine digits that separated us and I recorded my concerns.
"My darling Dana, this is the eleventh message that I've left. Many hours have passed and it's not funny anymore. I understand that you're angry, and I hope that we can talk about this calmly, or not so calmly, tonight, about everything that's been left unsaid. We'll talk about the Neolithic Age, about the battle of Kinsale and the fall of Rome, if necessary. I promise that I'll draw you a color map of a bedroom at Çatal Hüyük, of the public buildings and the town square. What I want to say, Dana, after this clumsy attempt of reconciliation with information as bait, is
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