Chapter 25
I unlocked my door like an automaton, leaving it hanging open behind me as I headed into the kitchen in a daze. It’s happening. The exposure I’d guarded against for decades hovered over my head like a storm cloud.
Good thing I’d gathered everything necessary to guard against the impending rain.
So I didn’t enter Kira’s bedroom to rail against her absence or take a much-needed shower. Instead, I climbed atop a wobbly kitchen chair and rooted around in the back of the cupboard for several long minutes, seeking the coffee neither Kira nor I drank.
Ah, there it was. Pre-ground crystals, still aromatic within their unsealed container. Pouring out the entire mess into the sink, I snatched up the ziplock bag of fake IDs that was revealed as the coffee grounds flowed out.
“Am I int
