brought here secretly in accordance with his wishes. Here he’ll rest for eternity under this name. If someday someone enters here mistakenly, he won’t know to whom it refers.’
Sarah got down on her knees on the floor next to the tomb holding the body of the most beloved pope of all times. She let tears of emotion fall.
‘There’s now nothing to keep me here,’ Tim said to Rafael. ‘Keep this as a memory.’
He left a gilded object, small, cylindrical, bright in his hand… a bullet.
‘Good-bye.’
‘Good-bye.’
Alone. Rafael approached Sarah and gave her his hand to help her up.
They remained for a moment holding hands, keeping watch on Karol Wojtyla’s tomb.
‘And now?’ Sarah asked emotionally.
Rafael looked at her, and, afterward, at the tomb.
‘This isn’t over yet.’
