She found it on the chair by the bed, opened but still full. Her cousin, like herself, didn’t bother to unpack. She dumped his stuff into a drawer in his wardrobe and slid it shut. A quick search of the many pockets of the bag ensured that she had taken out everything that belonged to him.
She took the backpack into her room and loaded the contents of her own bag into it: extra jeans, two t-shirts, a bath and face towel, toiletries. As an afterthought, she took one of Xandrei’s t-shirts from his wardrobe. She would use that as her nightclothes, as she didn’t bring her own during this trip. She was in a hurry to finish this before the iceman arrived. With house keys in hand, she took the backpack to the kitchen to wait for the ice delivery.
She had enough time to write her parents two not
