A steaming mug appeared in her line of sight, held still and waited. From the smell she could tell it was coffee. Very strong coffee no doubt, maybe even spiked. Kelly looked up to see Oscar watching her and waiting for her to accept the mug. He had a determined look in his eyes, like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Reluctantly, Kelly unwrapped her body from the position she had adopted for the last half hour. Somehow, she had managed to fold herself into a small ball in the corner of the sofa despite the protests in her limbs. She had brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them while tacking her head in the remaining space. She had held herself that way for thirty long minutes, waiting. And she was aware of every second that had passed since she kep
