He trailed off, and unable to contain my curiosity, I looked up at him. “And then?” I asked, my voice still hoarse from crying. Seeing me take the initiative, a faint smile played on his lips. He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to my forehead. “Later,” he continued, “my grandfather and I fled back across the border. We were on the run, a complete mess. Along the way, we met a brother and sister