CHAPTER 21
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WHEN I WOKE UP, IT was already evening. It was long past six o’clock. My head was still resting on Ian’s chest that was rising rhythmically, sign that he was still deep asleep.
Quietly, so that I wouldn’t wake him up, I got out of bed, went to take a shower in the guest bathroom, and then I got dressed in a summer dress and went downstairs to make dinner.
I had marinated some chicken breast and I was just preparing the vegetables, when I heard pounding at the front door. It seemed strange that someone would visit me on a Saturday afternoon, but I went to open the door.
When I opened the door, I found Philippe there. This time he seemed sober. I didn’t get to ask him what he wanted because he pushed me forcibly inside, closed the door after him and then knock me dow
