CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next morning Justin was woken by a scream. He leapt from bed and rushed out onto the roof terrace just in time to see Megan scream again.
Justin took in the scene before him, and even though they were screams of excitement, he covered his face in horror.
She was running at full speed, her little arms outstretched like aeroplane wings. She banked to her right, her left, stole a glance at the young boy who’d shown them their rooms the night before.
Suddenly it made sense. It was still an accident waiting to happen, but at least it made sense.
A short distance ahead of Megan, fresh laundry had replaced the sheets of the night before. Water was dripping onto the shiny ceramic tiles.
For one so small, she was eating up the space. It was quite impressive, just a shame
