Chapter TwelveI did not know where I was when I awoke from a troubled sleep. Grey light filtered through the entrance of the cave, creeping over the sleeping bodies of Lorna and Christine. I lay still, watching the light play on Christine's face, highlighting her cheekbones and her snub nose. I loved the way her hair masked her eyes. I smiled until I remembered the deaths of Kate and Mary.
The snipe was active again, its call eerily echoing around the cave. I sat up and felt for what was left of the food I had brought, thanking Kate for forcing the inn to provide a decent packed lunch. Stale marmalade sandwiches were a lot better than nothing, while there was plenty of fresh water in the burn. I knelt and cupped the flowing water in both hands. It was cold and clear and tasted of sand.
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