Chapter 63 Birdy
BIRDY
When one door closes, another one slams in your face.
That’s a lesson life taught me more than once.
I close the secret door, lock it, then slide down to sit on the parquet floor in the library.
It feels fitting that I am going to spend my final moments surrounded by books.
I have always been happiest when hiding inside a story.
I do not feel good, so I rest my head against the wooden paneling and close my eyes for a second.
Carter pounds his fist on the other side of the door. “Birdy?”
“Yes, Carter.”
“What the fuck?”
“I told you to follow the sound of the sea. Why are you so bad at following orders?”
“You’re not my boss. You’re not my anything. It’s dark in here, where is my phone?”
“I took it, you don’t need it. Nobody needs those bloody things.”
“Let me out!”
“Can’t do that, sorry. I have a date with death.”
“What? My head is bleeding.”
“I know.”
“Do you know who hit me? Was it Harrison? I knew he was dangerous.”
“No, you silly sod. It was me.”