His eyes lit up. ‘Check out that river! Reminds me of where Dad used to take me when I was little. Such good memories…’
He turned to her. ‘What was your childhood like?’
They’d known each other just over twenty-four hours. Should she describe how she’d sit in her room on a chair with her eyes tightly closed and hands over ears praying for her parents to stop fighting, or the cold nights curled in the backseat with her mum and sisters while on the run?
‘It was pretty good,’ she said. ‘But tell me more about those river holidays.’
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