“Eleanor stood in the queue at the reception desk, her fear rising all the time. Every minute she stood here, was a minute Abbie was without her. If she lost Abbie, she didn’t know what she’d do. She looked at Patrick. “I’m scared.”
“Why?” he asked gently.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
“You’re not alone, Elle. I’m here and God’s here, too. Neither of us are going anywhere.”
“All right.” She nodded ever so slightly, but didn’t sound convinced.
More minutes passed and still they hadn’t moved. Eleanor looked at the clock. “How much longer…?” she whispered.
“This is ridiculous,” Patrick said. “Come with me.” He pulled his ID from his pocket and, taking her hand, queue jumped. “Excuse me.” He flashed his MI5 card at the receptionist and gave her a charming smile. “Agent Page, MI5.”
Eleanor cringed inside, feeling the disapproval of the others waiting in line.
“Can I help you?” the receptionist asked.
“We’re looking for a Mrs. Harrison.
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