Chapter 4: Getting Snow-Cones

With a slow movement, Silvy strokes her flipper over the feathers of Juarez's flipper. "I am sorry." Then she withdraws her flipper and stares out of the plane-window for a view moments, while the tears keep streaming down her face. It was as if every happy moment replayed over and over in her head. And then, boom. Nothing, no word. As if she never existed. Forgotten.

"No, there's nada to be sorry about... That's what revenge is for." Juarez says with a small laugh. "Say, señorita, are 你 okay?"

Silvy shrugs. "I think so... Yes." She then sobs even harder, her body...