Go on.
When she'd first come upstairs, the red patches and redness of her eyes told me that she'd been crying. I'd been the reason then, and with all of the nondormant part of my heart, I was afraid I would be again. The organ that until recently I wasn't sure existed now ached, leaving me wondering how much I could say and how Araneae would take it.
I'd been truthful about my stomach. Araneae McCrie scared me in an unfamiliar way. Though she'd been mine for nearly two decades, I was woefully unprepared for how she'd affect me, how much I would enjoy basking in her sunlight.
What will happen when she learns more of the truth?
“Sterling?" she asked, waiting for me to speak.
I swallowed. “You can't meet with Pauline McFadden."
Her body tensed in my embrace. I held her tighter. “Damn
