25
Jordan
When Annie got ready to go to the hospital for her tour and interview, I was still in bed. We’d been up way too long. Probably later than we should have been, all things considered. Even though I should have gone for a run and checked in at work, I lounged lazily in bed.
“Jordan!” Annie called from the bathroom.
I leaned up on my elbows at the concern in her voice. “Yeah?”
She ran back inside. “Have you seen my claddagh ring?”
“Uh, no. Where did you last have it?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. I had it in the car on the way here because I was playing with it. I don’t remember after that.”
“I’m sure it’s here.”
I hopped out of bed and started a meticulous search of the suite. It was large enough that it could be anywhere. But it could be on the plane or at the market
