#Chapter 114 Stowaway

Jane “Jane, are you sure this is a good idea?” Linda asks, nervously wringing her hands. “Of course it’s not a good idea.” I reply determinedly, packing my suitcase while she guards the door. “But good ideas aren’t an option right now, we have to work with the hand we’ve been dealt. And this hand sucks.” “Well as long as we’re facing our insanity head on.” Linda mutters under her breath. “That’s the spirit!” Ipraise her, my hands shaking slightly as I close the zippers around my luggage. “Caw caw!” Linda burst out suddenly, making the bird noise we’d agreed to use as our danger signal if Ethan or Eric appeared while I packed. Quickly slipping the suitcase under the bed, I whip around and sit on the edge of the mattress, trying to appear nonchalant. It was just in time, because a moment later Ethan came striding into the bedroom, his brow furrowed, “Did I just hear a crow?” “No,” I lie easily, adopting a worried expression. “I think the stress might be getting to you.”