‘They were expecting me,’ Mina said.
‘Oh, I know, darling,’ Rosaura said with a sweep of her hand, ‘but that’s not all. They kept staring at me like I was not the most glamorous creature on earth, which I absolutely know I am. Then they started arguing about how I should have been ‘the girl’. One of them, the skinny one, kept saying the thread leads straight to me. Then another man came up and got quite angry when he saw me. He said something about ‘another one’. I got the impression there seemed to be quite a lot of these threads they were talking about, when there should only have been one.’
Mina sat on the edge of her bed, her head in her hands. ‘It doesn’t make sense. There is only one of me.’
Luka started pacing the room, then stopped. ‘But …’ he began, shook his head and paced som
