CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Remi found that Daniel was right about rest, because after snatching four hours of sleep, the morning hit her with several worries at once.
The first came when she woke the next morning and checked her phone. A curt text from Cyril.
“You didn’t give me your opinion.”
Her sleep-addled mind couldn’t figure out what he meant for a second. As she sat up, rubbing her eyes, it hit her.
The house.
Remi let out a groan. She was supposed to give a response about that house he wanted them to buy.
He wanted them to buy.
After a deep sigh, she texted back,
“It’s a big step. I’ll need to see the house first.”
A valid response, but one she knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with.
The next issue was an email from Kimberly.
“I looked into Professor Winkler’s publications. His perio
