After they’d gone and I’d put our passports and tickets back in my backpack, Laura whispered in my ear, ‘That guy was staring at me again.’ ‘What?’ ‘He’s looking at my reflection in the window.’ ‘Are you sure you’re not being paranoid?’ ‘Maybe. I don’t know.’ She flexed her shoulders and arched her neck. ‘I’m so tired.’ ‘I know. Me too.’ I yawned.
Gooood!!!!!!!!!!
