Twenty
Mira
Blaine was gone when I woke up the next morning.
I frowned at the empty side of the bed, where the pillow was still molded where Blaine’s head had lain. I touched the sheets experimentally, but they were stone cold. He’d been gone for a while.
My musings came to a quick stop when my stomach lurched, sending me running to the bathroom.
God dammit! Hopefully Rob had gotten me that appointment with a doctor, because I was getting really tired of starting every morning bent over the toilet bowl like this.
When I was finally done, I felt too queasy to worry over why Blaine had left. Probably some sort of business, I thought miserably as I pattered back into my bedroom to get dressed. The world of crime doesn’t stop, just because we’d had a heart-to-heart followed by earth shat
