We stood there for a few more moments together, our arms wrapped around each other. I murmured, “I… Want to go somewhere with you. I’m not happy without you.”
“You shouldn’t…” Mirj protested. “Not after I gave our son away.”
I closed my eyes bitterly; I wondered just how I could still love her after all this when I should hate her. “I won’t forgive you for what you did, but you were confused… You only had a second. I should have been more understanding. I want to live with you. I love you, and I just can’t forget you."
Mirj was crying. “But what about our son? I want him back! I want us to be a family! I finally began to feel it—my mother’s instinct. I had a chance to rest my thoughts on it while you were gone, and I realized how much I wanted to hold him in my arms again. It was so monstrous to choose you over him… I’m so sorry.”
“Nothing..." Mirj replied breathlessly.
I had such trouble saying it; I didn't want to say it. But I had to come to grips with reality. “I don’t know what he’s planning, but I want to live with you Mirj. I don’t want to abandon our child. It will always be a scar on both of us—a manifestation of our mistakes. But we will only get ourselves killed if we go after him. Come live safely with me. Please.”
***
But we made that choice together, and it was the best choice we had ever made. Being on the run with my wife was better than living peacefully with Rosa.
That's what the circus taught me.