CATHERINE
It had been two weeks since the incident. Two weeks of radio silence from T. The least he could do was call to make sure his spy wasn’t too badly damaged.
Right. What the he’ll was I thinking? It’s not like he could say ‘sorry you got caught up in the cross fire. Next time I’ll be more considerate of you.” His silence unnerved me more than I was willing to admit.
Was he done with me? Did he finally decide to give up? Whatever it was, I was glad.
The silver lining was that I was getting discharged today. No more hospital smell or jelly that looks questionable.
Stacey and Ellie came to help me with the discharge paperwork, fussing over every little detail like mother hens. When we pulled up to the house, Marcus was waiting at the porch, grinning like he’d just won the lottery
