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Gwen woke as if in a fog. The last time she had slept in Njamba she had been with Ian, falling asleep in his arms, exhausted from lovemaking. The hot air blanketed them while nature sung an enchanting lullaby. It had sung to her again, and she’d fallen asleep instantly. So, if it was still dark, why was she awake?
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up. Something must have woken her, and she had better figure out what. She didn’t want any unpleasant surprises.
As she stood to walk to the window, she was startled to find a silhouette behind the desk. Was it just a shadow playing with her imagination? It stayed eerily still, no movements to animate it. Yes, it had to be her mind playing tricks on her. But, just to make sure . . .
“Hello?”
Nothing. She walked a few steps closer.
