Mara had sat down on the couch again, her concentration constantly on the telephone room.
Meier sauntered in, to a one-seater that was placed with its back to the telephone cabin. He looked as if he were watching over Paige, so no one could hear what was said inside the telephone room.
When Mara met his eyes, she felt somehow uncomfortable, as if he didn't like her. The minutes passed, and Mara rubbed her hands against her thighs in anticipation of hearing Lance's voice again.
Then, more time went by, and she thought she could hear someone giggling inside. Was the person Paige called really Lance?
How could they laugh like that? She hadn't even seen Lance smile. Jealousy nearly overwhelmed her, and she started to bite her way too short nails.
Is it really him?
