I startled when something moved to my left. It was just the person sitting next to me standing to get off at the next stop, but it made me aware of just how tense I was. I reached up and touched Brian’s elbow. When he glanced down, I moved over into the empty seat and pointed to the vacated spot.
This sounds like it would make Taylor more visible to Sophia.
He smiled and sat down beside me.
My pulse was pounding in my throat, and I couldn’t tell him why, not here.
Afraid of eavesdroppers? Although I suppose Sophia hearing it is a risk.
I waited and tried to organize my thoughts, as people from the front of the bus moved toward the back. It took some doing, but I avoided looking at Sophia.
I reached up and put a hand on his shoulder, used it to rise high enough to murmur in his ear, “Do me a megahuge favor? I’ll explain after.”
Ten hours later, in Siberia: “It might be time for that explanation, Taylor.”
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