29 June 2008
Some Scars Never Heal - Part 21
“Well, that’s done,” ‘Liv said as we stopped at the side of the tent, out of view of most of the other guests. Orlando was nowhere to be seen. There were a few other people near us, all lighting up cigarettes, but they weren’t paying any attention.
“Olivia, I have something I need to tell you,” I hissed, trying to be as quiet as possible. I suspected that if Orlando heard my voice, he’d know who I was instantly. It’s kind of hard to forget the voice that told you off only the night before.