CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
Samara ran the shower, playing with the hot and cold to get the perfect temperature. She could hear the noise from the kettle as the elements started to heat up, and the water gave a gentle blup-blup-blup as bubbles began to form and rise.
Samara began to gather her clothes together, laying them out on the bed, ready to slip them on once she was done with the shower. There was a gentle electronic buzz from her cell phone. She watched it dance across the bedside table. It acted and sounded like a may bug that had landed on its back. Samara picked it up and tapped the touch screen to check the message.
‘Crap,’ she said, then sent back a quick reply before closing down the cell. She placed the phone back on the bedside cabinet and went into the bathroom to shower. The n
