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Heathrow Airport, London – Two Days Later
I’m so tired after the journey yet I’m too frightened to close my eyes in case I don’t find the man who’s going to meet me. Whatever I feel like, my orders were to stay in this seating area in the arrivals hall and that’s what I’m going to do.
It ought to be impossible for me to even think of sleeping, here, on this hard chair, in the middle of the airport. There are so many people. Next to me a mother comforts her child. His eyes are red and she rocks him back and forth. Opposite a fat man in a black suit perches on the edge of the chair, legs wide, suit fabric stretching. He’s barking into his cell phone and is pretty angry about something.
Of all the things I thought about I never imagined how hard it would be leaving home.
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