C22 Chapter 22

"What could we possibly be doing at the airport, Alex?" Hilda asked.

Alexander ignored her. He picked up a cigarette, and lit it, blowing off the contents.

'Of course, what did I expect? He's always been his usual self'. Hilda thought.

She wondered what they could possibly be doing at the airport.

'I didn't pack any bags'. She thought.

The ride was silent