Adrian
I can’t do it.
I’m walking away from this endeavor entirely. No Interpol. No personal vengeance.
Kat deserves to be made whole, and bringing down or killing her only parent would just further throw her off-balance.
After we eat, I make quick work of tying up loose ends while she’s in the bathroom brushing her hair and getting ready.
Then I take Kat out. I pretend it’s for her–because she needs to get out after being imprisoned for four days–but really it’s for me.
I’m savoring these last few hours with her.
I take her first to Meir Street to shop. We find her a beautiful red woolen coat, and I buy it for her, but she refuses to put it on.
“I don’t want to take off your jacket.” She hugs herself as if to keep me from removing it. “It smells like you, and it makes me feel safe
