Once Katelyn returned on her own with some clothes for Felix, she walked out of the clinic door. Felix briefly considered trying to apologize to Ronan one last time, but if he wanted to catch up to Katelyn he had to hurry. He made quick work of throwing on his clothes and rushed out after her. Luckily, Katelyn was a slow walker. Her habit of walking with her head held high and staring into the faces of passers-by until they looked away uncomfortably was not something that could be rushed, apparently. At a slow jog, he caught up to her right outside what appeared to be a glassed-in patio.
“This is it,” Katelyn said, leaning against the doorway and taking a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket.
Felix had gotten as much information from Katelyn as she was willing to give so he made h
