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Adi tiptoed towards the kitchen. She still hadn’t eaten, and her stomach felt like it was digesting itself. Judy had finished the dishes and was now talking to somebody on the telephone.
Adi didn’t want to see her, not now, and ideally not ever again. She heaved a huge sigh. She couldn’t really blame the older woman. Adi knew in her bones that something was off about all of this. Still, she’d rather wait until the kitchen was empty before raiding the fridge.
Back in the room, she searched through her still-packed luggage. She wasn’t a neat-freak like Honi and would quite happily live out of her suitcase for weeks if she’d get away with it. Her hand brushed against a plastic wrapper. Her last protein bar would tide her over until she got a proper meal. Adi sucked on the marshmallow-fl
