The rest of the week, I ignored Jeff because every time I was around him, I felt a little more shaky. I wanted…I wanted…I wanted something, but I didn’t know what. So I backed off, giving myself time to figure out where my head was. I ignored his calls, instead texting him I couldn’t make it for dinner. I also avoided the cabin on the weekend.
I knew where he was every minute, though, mostly because I kept up with his schedule and he was sending me reports. He was making the rounds of the sites we hadn’t visited together. The news he was gathering wasn’t good. He was working. I wasn’t.
I was brooding.
Jeff was seeing exactly what we had at the Winters’ place. It was like word had gone out from someone high up that it was okay to take home any supplies and materials you wanted. Through J
