Chapter 29
Alex clung to the strap on the crowded, swaying bus. It was 5:30 in the evening; his training shift at work had just ended, and he was headed back to the travelers’ hostel where he stayed. He still hadn’t found an apartment for the long term—one of many hassles bothering him.
His backpack smacked against his spine with every turn or stop the bus made. His stomach growled; he’d only had time to eat one bite of his baguette sandwich before the bus arrived. The rest had gotten hastily rewrapped and stuffed into his pack. Even his simple dinner plans had gone awry: he’d wanted to eat on a bench overlooking Lake Geneva, but a summer afternoon thunderstorm had rolled in from the mountains and drenched the city. He’d left the hostel that morning without his coat, and his head and sho
