MY LUCK IS RUNNING OUT
My luck may be running out. I caught Saf in my room the other day. She claimed she was fixing her hair but failed to mention why she wasn’t doing that in her own quarters. I have no doubt now that she is a spy, though I am still not sure why she is here. We aren’t breaking the law living out here. We didn’t come by this water in any illegal means. But we are defiant, and that is always an issue to our wealthy but fearful government. Wealth only brings a false sense of security. When one resists, others will follow, and perhaps that is why Saf is here.
She is not here for me, that is certain. She would have turned me in long ago. But I can’t have her going through my things; she will surely learn who I am. It has almost been a month here and my husband is still missing. I will leave tomorrow.