CHAPTER 43 – JOANNA
WARSAWThe air was still at this hour, thick with rising heat. Joanna’s watch said that it was barely ten in the morning, but because she’d been awake for hours, she felt a sort of confusion that was often associated with jet lag.
The airport seemed bigger and busier than she’d remembered. Before them a group of teenagers had just returned from a school trip. Their parents swarmed the arrivals hall shouting out names. Joanna bumped into one of the mothers who was so eager to reach her newly-arrived offspring that she seemed not to notice the bustling swarm around her.
“His plane has barely landed,” Oskar reminded her, steering her by the elbow towards a row of metal seats.
“It’ll take them a while to get everyone off and then he’ll have to get his luggage. He won’t b
