“Chasing the Echoes of Home: A Journey Through Memory and Migration”
“Yes,” I said, and then remembered that Colin had been out for most of the night and had come in before the bomb went off. I explained all that to Ghys.
“Just as I thought,” he said. “That guy is a mercenary. Double agent.”
He took a long drag of his cigarette. The tobacco strands flared as he narrowed his eyes at me. “I heard the police report. That building was supposed to be empty by sunrise. Why didn’t you evacuate like everyone else?”
“Colin told us not to.” I regretted it as soon as I’d said it, but I couldn’t take it back.
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