Chapter 4Melina’s phone beeped and she tapped the icon and nudged Lindsay a moment later. The two of them were lying on the bed in her hotel room.
“I just got another friend request, from your mum.”
“You’d be well advised to accept,” Lindsay snuggled in beside her, “but be warned, there will be lots of posts about Palestine, Syria, and Climate Change. Mum is quite the social warrior.”
“I can deal with that,” Melina accepted the request.
“And pictures, mum posts pictures of just about everything, f*******: is like a drug to her. Ron is always threatening to turn off her f*******: and she says that’s a red line,” she slid her arm behind Melina’s head and stroked her hair absently.
“She has a lot of pictures,” she murmured a moment later.
The first picture Melina saw was one of her and
