![]() ![]() The upheaval wasn’t necessarily anything to do with us. We were both tense after a wakeful night dissecting what had gone wrong, each of us blaming the other. ![]() Then again, neither of us was thinking straight. It would break one of our rules about blending in. Sam would be annoyed if I lost our place. Where the hell are you? Hurry up! I am nearly at the front of the queue. Our flight to freedom was less than four hours away. He had insisted that I save our place in the queue to save time. It should have taken him fifteen minutes – twenty max. Sam had only darted back to the ship to pick up his watch, carelessly left beside the basin in his cabin. The person in front of me took a step forward, pushing his rucksack with a foot. Surreptitiously, I glanced back at the queue snaking behind me. That could be the only explanation.ĭreaded realisation filtered through the rows of passengers and crew in the cruise terminal via mutters about delays intermingled with curiosity and general resignation at the inevitable hold-up. ![]()
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