twenty-six
She woke much later, when the sun was dipping and clouds were accumulating in the sky.
“You should have woken me.” Rose stretched, her spine unravelling like a languid cat. “How long have I been asleep?”
“About an hour.” Tom smiled. “You looked so peaceful. I thought you could do with the rest.”
Rose thought of Granny Faith and her afternoon naps and was struck by a sudden sense of homesickness. She rummaged in her bag for her phone and fired off a message to her mum, asking if they were all okay.
“Everything all right?” Tom asked, slowing down at a roundabout.
Rose noticed numerous messages in her inbox from Shelly and deftly ignored them.
“Everything’s fine,” she replied firmly. “Where are we, by the way?”
“Almost at Alcudia.” Tom paused at a set of traffic lights
