Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ndstoodintheshadeofthetrees.Lookinguptowardstheskies,hesawthatthehelicopterwasstillhnearby,whichmeanttheywerestillunderscrutinyandnotoutofda.Justashewasthinkingofthebestwayofescape,hisattentionwasdistractedbythesoundofspshingwaterbehindthewoodenfence,asifsomeonewasswimming.Itmustbesomeone’sbackyardwiththefeedtoprotecttheirpersonalprivathepryiheoutsideworld,hethought.Emmanuelbecamecurious.Heclimbedupthehoodofhisdthensteppedupontotheroof,whereholdingontothefencehepeepedinside.Awomanwasswimminginthepool.Lookingarounduhemoonlight,hethoughtthepcelookedveryfamiliarasifhehadbeentherebefore.Thetoursofthehousegavehimafeelingofwarmth.Thewnwaslycut.Underargeopenedsunumbrelbythesideofthepool,therewasalo