THE TRINKET
JOHN
I guess this seems pretty pointless. I mean, Beth was clear that going back home would be dangerous, and quite honestly, idiotic. Well, she didn't say idiotic, but the face she made when I told her I need to go home made it seem like that's what she was thinking.
Trust me, I know that it's crazy, but what I need is priceless to me. If I'm not able to make it home again, I need to know I at least tried to get it back.
We pull up to my apartment, and we park a bit up the block. Beth is keeping a watchful eye on the street to make sure she doesn't spot anyone suspicious. She tells me she thinks everything is clear. She saved my life and gave me a place to stay — I feel like I'm in good hands with her.
"Okay, once you get in, you won't have a lot of time," Beth says, as s
