Celeste
It had been two days since Taylor had dropped the bombshell.
There was a mole.
Someone inside the group was feeding information to the enemy.
Two days of barely sleeping. Two days of second-guessing every conversation, every phone call, every person who walked through the door.
And two days of wondering just how close to home Taylor’s suspicions really were.
I was exhausted.
Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.
And the nausea that had plagued me all day certainly wasn’t helping.
I tried to push the thoughts from my mind as I stood in the kitchen, carefully adding the finishing touches to the pavlova.
If I couldn’t stop worrying, at least I could keep myself busy.
The boys were at the base, and I had decided to surprise them with a proper dinner when they got home. A pork r
