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Jacob finished packing up his belongings from his room in the St. Louis medical wing.
He still needed to talk to Kat, but hadn’t found a chance to do it yet.
He glanced up to see Karma tapping her long, red nails on the door frame.
“Almost ready?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’ll get Cyrille to help me load Jared into the van. What about you?”
“I’ve got one more bag to pack.”
“Okay,” he said, surprised. He’d already hauled out five of them. The woman did not travel light. “Just let me know.”
She nodded and strutted down the hallway, her shiny golden heels clacking all the way.
Jacob zipped up his one and only suitcase, then turned to find Kat behind him, tapping her boot on the tiled floor.
“A little bird told me you’re leaving.”
“I’m sorry, Kat. I’ve been busy making arrangements, but
