At 3:07 a.m., she had woken cleanly and completely, Stefan shifting restlessly beside her. She was travelling back to Europe for the first time in eight years. She and Stefan had been to St. Kitts and San Francisco and London, but London was not (quite) Europe. They had spoken of going to Brazil ...
Men in uniforms stood guard with guns, and this felt familiar from other places she had travelled, just as the musk of the official inside the terminal, who waved her toward an endless passport-control lineup, tugged her back to places where people didn’t use deodorant or shower as often as they ...