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I clathat itfroing me into his world

‘TellIt’s desperate

My eyes drop to his feet, seeing the silly,’ I say quietly ‘I think all of the shock and adrenaline was playing games with my mind’

He shifts his hands to e of the fountain Then he lowers to his knees and secures my cheeks in his hands ‘Tell me,’ he whispers

His need to coe to spit out what’s been torht I saw so, but I know I didn’t, and I know it’s stupid and impossible and absolutely absurd, and my vision was obstructed and I was so stressed and tired and e his wide eyes ‘It couldn’t have been I know that I h my verbal vomit, his blue eyes wide and with a look of alar about?’

‘My host?’

I’hosts Or

‘At Heathrow?’ he pushes

I nod

‘When you were exhausted, e kidnapped by an ex-escort with a terrible teh clenched teeth

‘I see,’ hehis eyes to ey?’

‘I realise how stupid I sound’

‘Not stupid,’ he argues quietly ‘Grief-stricken’

I frown at him, but he continues before I can question his conclusion