Twenty-Three
Evelyn
"Can we drive by my flat on the way, please?" I asked Rob as I climbed into the backseat and shut the door behind me. "I need my passport."
"Everything's taken care of," he said, handing me a thick brown envelope before he turned the keys in the ignition of the sleek Lexus. "New identity, new passport, money. You'll be an entirely new woman once you walk into Heathrow."
I let my fingers slide over the envelope and felt the lumps inside. One of them felt like it was the size of a passport, and a couple of the others like rolls of money. An entirely new woman, huh? Well, at least that sounded good, because I couldn't stand to be the one I currently was for much longer.
"Wait for me!"
I jolted when the passenger door opposite me was ripped open and Mira shoved a gurg
