After Cathryn went upstairs, I stalked the room, pacing from one corner to the other. Joss sat quietly, her eyes never leaving me. I saw pain and sympathy, but she didn't speak. And I was grateful.
A few minutes passed, and then I felt Tasmyn moving. She was getting closer, and my heart pounded as I thought maybe—maybe—she had found out I was here, too, and she was coming down to find me. I almost went to the door, almost stood in the hallway shouting out her name like some lunatic.
But no. She was leaving. I stood at the window by the curtain, and I watched her step outside into the sunshine. This time, I got a good look at her face. She'd cut her hair, just a little, and now it swept over her shoulders. She was wearing it partly pulled back, and as she turned toward the cars, she flick
