After the twisting descent from the mountains and the long drive to Manila, during which they had to make two stops so Freeman could vomit from motion sickness, Sophia was glad to have a room to herself at the hotel. Well, not entirely to herself. She was sharing it with Nasira.
She woke early after a disturbed sleep, took a shower and dressed, then sprawled on her single bed while Nasira showered. Every time she closed her eyes she could almost convince herself Adamicz was close by, along with her friends she’d lost at Desecheo Island. Even her family, who she hadn’t seen since she was six. She could convince herself, as she relaxed on the bed, that no one had died and everyone was still here. That nothing had changed. But when she opened her eyes, she knew they were gone. They didn’t ex
