ANDREA
Christophe pulls a backpack from the ground, shouldering it.
"We have to go Andrea" he says lightly, grabbing the keys and walking towards the front door. I watch him until he disappears outside. I avert my eyes to John, who is giving me one of his famous tight, grimacing smiles. "It'll be okay Andrea, I know you don't believe that, but it'll get easier".
"You're right, I really don't believe that" I reply, pushing off the counter and making my way outside, and into the old truck they purchased on arrival. Another way to blend in.
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