“That’s… that’s nice of you to say, but I have to finish. This is my job and—”
I don’t let her finish. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her out of the kitchen. I know she’s sick because it takes her a second to figure out what’s happening.
“Anton, what the hell are you doing?”
“You don’t listen very well, do you?”
“Put me down,” she insists.
I head up the floating staircase that leads to the second floor. There are at least three guest bedrooms on this level, but I move past the landing and continue up to the third story.
“Where are you taking me?”
I don’t answer her. I just keep walking until I get to my bedroom. I kick the door open and walk in. The open windows flood the room in an ocean of bronze sun.
My bed is on a raised platform in the center that’s accessed by a single s
