The Friend

George. Is she really going to contact George Lööw again?
A little flutter somewhere in her stomach, a little buzz in her ears.

the feeling he had a few seconds ago

quickly clicks on a Photoshop icon in

small sip of the strong, black coffee. What do you say when you’ve just discovered a gun under the

Myriam to report while betrayal burns

to take off the cover so she can stumble

breathless voice. ‘Berg!’