What do you say to a man who’s suffered a broken heart? I leaned my forehead against the sliding glass door to watch Jonah. He had been at the Sullivan House for three days. Mostly in one of the bedrooms, but on rare occasions, I caught him out in the backyard. This was one of those times. Jonah was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water.
I didn"t have much time left. In less than twenty-four hours, the Networkers would be here. In less than sixteen hours, I planned to take the poison to end my life. Funny how it was the man I had agreed to lose my life over had become the reason I wanted to live it.
I wanted to see him through this. I didn"t have that luxury. Even if I did, Jonah wouldn"t want my help. He may have been under the influence of poison, but his words wer
