Chapter 4
Nina woke to the sound of a kettle whistling in the kitchen, groggy and unsure of how to place herself in the new day. The strange events of the previous night seemed more like dreams than reality. Muted voices floated through the open door. There was Dylan, and a woman’s voice – Ally, she guessed, his housemate. She strained to hear more voices, but failed. Maybe she really had dreamed the whole thing.
Dylan appeared by her side, dressed in board shorts and a Mambo singlet. He carried two mugs of tea. ‘Shove over,’ he said, perching beside her on the couch while Nina sat up and took the tea with faintly trembling fingers. The sweet warm liquid soothed her parched throat and revitalised her dehydrated body.
‘Is he . . .? Are they . . .?’ She gestured toward the kitchen.
‘They
