6:58
My eyes widen even though the phone doesn"t ring. I sit up slowly and watch the shadows on the wall, where the morning light peeks through the patterned curtains. I"ve hardly slept. I"m exhausted with Flynn"s new Canadian office. I lean back and the phone beeps. Already? I reach for the Nokia on the bedside table.
Unknown.
"Open it!" I read it and start to smile. What? I rub my eyes and look towards the living room. The door?
I climb out of bed, slip into my cyclamen robe and slippers, and walk to the door. My heart starts beating faster when I look through the peephole and see nothing. I know it"s Damian. He hasn"t shown up for three days. I meet him only in the cafe shop, during my breaks. Each time I received a small kiss and discussed the task. He has some issues with a supp
