Chapter 195
- It was two a.m. when we finally landed in Bucharest. We retrieved our luggage and walked towards the exit. Near the doors was a table with one man sitting behind it. There was a line of five people ahead of us. We had received instructions that we were to report to the man sitting by the ‘Winter Camp’ table.
- “Name?” The man spoke with a heavy accent and barely glanced at us.
- “Wynter and Abigail Grey.”