We both turned around. Laura was still hugging herself, her eyes as round and wide as the sun that had burned so brightly on the first part of our trip. The beaches of Italy and Spain seemed a very long way away now. I tried to hug her again but this time she flinched away. ‘If you’d booked us into a sleeper carriage in the first place, hadn’t been so bloody tight.’ I protested. ‘We might still have been robbed.’ ‘No. No, we wouldn’t.’ She raked her hands through her hair and sighed. ‘I shouldn’t have agreed to go into the sleeper carriage. I knew it was a bad idea.’ ‘I thought it would be OK
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