Madeleine’s snore caught in the back of her throat, and I heard the springs groan as she sat up suddenly.
“Are you awake, Dee?”
“Yes.”
“Have you slept?”
“No.”
“Me neither.”
My eyes rolled to the ceiling. “Mads, I’ve been thinking…”
“Yes?” Her voice sounded guarded.
“That we’ve made a big mistake.”
There was silence from below. An expert now at contorting in small spaces, I leaned down, inverting my head towards her. “Mads?”
“Why, Dee? Because the sea’s a bit rough?”
“A bit rough! No, it’s not that, it’s just… the whole thing is… crazy. Why are we here?”
“No, it’s not crazy. We’re meant to come.”
“Really. Please don’t tell me: ‘It’s our destiny.’”
“But it is.”
I leaned further over the bunk’s rail, “Oh Mads, come off it. Based on what? A letter we don’t understand. A small pi
