CATHERINE
My hands worked mechanically , stirring the batter but my mind was in a thousand different places. For one, T. That was the only thing I could think of for the past month. His silence alone was enough to make me nervous. There was no way he would just vanish into thin air, not him. He didn’t strike me as the type to give up easily, and his obsession with Ronald? That couldn’t just go away. Instead it festers, it grows and waits for the right moment to pounce. And I had a dreadful feeling that it was exactly what T was waiting for. The right moment.
They hadn’t gotten what they were looking for from the failed robbery plan. That much I knew. But what was next? Lay low until everyone forgot? Or worse… wait until I was vulnerable, until Ronald was vulnerable, and strike when it w
