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THIRTY-ONE | LOST
I stared at him, my body frozen and my mind transfixed. What was he doing here?
“Ellis?” I realised that David was speaking, and I moved slowly, as if through melted toffee, to look at him. I could just see the Skye-shaped shadow below in my peripheral vision, and I struggled to focus on David’s face.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. He was smiling at me, warm and bright, if a little timid, and I shook myself.
“Did my story scare you?” He frowned. I scrambled desperately to remember what we’d been talking about, and my eyes shot open.
“Oh! No, no. Sorry,” I said again. “I just – I need to stretch my legs. Mind if I walk the perimeter?”
“That’s fine,” he said, very slowly. His eyes appraised me, but they were no longer fathomless. Now they were closed off, and my chest ached as I reco
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