JOURNAL OF DEREK RAYNEDinsdag, 1 Apr. - 6 a.m. - Cuzco
April Fool’s on me. I’m so furious I can’t even write what’s happened at the moment. Dad’s tossed all our plans into the rubbish heap. How dare he! He always does this to me. I should be used to it by now. I should leave - then perhaps he wouldn’t go. Who am I kidding? He’d go and leave me to fend for myself. He’d be going without backup. I can’t let him do that - not with this. Though I’ve “seen” nothing, I have very bad vibes about this. More later, when I can think clearly.
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