Chapter 5: Jane
Mike hefted his suitcase off the rack and said, “This had better be worth it.”
Stephen just shot him a dark look.
The carriage was packed. A gaggle of Chinese students swarmed through the doors as they opened, like released bees. A toddler had been throwing the mother of all paddies the whole way from central London, incensed that its gibbering wreck of a mother had dared to put its toys in the blue bag instead of the green one. Stephen, with his long legs, had especially struggled in the sardine tin of a train.
Thankfully, the size of Gatwick made the airport a little more breathable. They found a corner near the check-in desks, and Mike sat on his suitcase while Stephen rubbed the cramps out of his calves.
“You don’t want to go, do you?” Mike said flatly.
Stephen sn
