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Nuweiba to Aqaba, Jordan. 4.07am
Morgan gazed out at the inky blackness of the Red Sea, her thoughts lulled by the slap of waves on the hull. It was as if time had been suspended and she could be still in the dark, all the rushing around put on hold for this period of calm before the next storm. Khal was sleeping in one of the cabins, tired after the long drive, but Morgan needed some time to think, so here she was, looking out to sea.
The black of night camouflaged the turquoise waters beneath which she had scuba dived so many times. Just to the north was Eilat, the Israeli resort town where during the day girls in bikinis lay on the beach and muscled boys showed off their volleyball skills.
She smiled softly at the memories of how she and Elian had spent holidays there with their
