Chapter 2 - Ophelia’s new home
More than anything, Ophelia wanted to enjoy the fresh air, the first she had breathed in three days, but the heat made it difficult. The mask kept her nose and throat moist, but the surrounding concrete radiated so much heat, she felt her head might c***k open and land on the ground in two separate pieces, like a cleaved watermelon.
The relief only came when they veered away from the side of the station, leaving the concrete wall and its reflected heat and glare. Out in the open space of the empty parking space, there was a slight breeze, but the sun was even brighter. She groaned.
‘You get used to it,’ said Philippe.
On the far side of the parking lot, they arrived at a dilapidated wooden fence. Philippe thumped it with his fist, and it opened with a squ
