And my guard, maybe both of them, had once been refugees themselves.
They’d dressed in combat gear, they’d cautioned me about going to Eva’s house, they’d stopped me making calls to Eva, they’d dragged me through the Exchange building in Athens . . . while desperate to get out themselves.
They would have been through hell the past few hours. My face glowed with embarrassment. I should have realised this much sooner.
“Mashara, let us go to the island. We will be safe there.” Inclusive-we, the word the meant specifically all of us present here. It was a rare enough form that I hoped they didn’t think I was making a mess of my pronouns.
Out of the terminal, to the station.
People queued at the ticket reader to get onto the train platform. The train waited, a sleek shape like a bullet, do
