“You think so?”
“Yes. We probably overreact to stuff because of it. I mean, that guy might’ve been a lost tourist looking for directions on his phone, and then we came down and freaked the shit out of him by yelling at him.”
Sascha’s lips curved upward. “Oh my god. Imagine if that’s actually true. He’ll probably swim all the way back to the mainland in sheer terror.”
We started giggling all over again.
As we headed back to our apartment building, I quickly turned and looked over my shoulder to make sure no one else was watching us. The narrow street was quiet and empty, apart from the hungry gulls.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I was right earlier. No one knew our real identities on this island, except for our grandparents, and they’d made it very clear that they wouldn’t tell anyone as long as we didn’t open our mouths about them.
Our secret was safe.