Myra decided she had spent enough time at the gym.
She had to leave for the hospital so she could be back at the Ciaran Complex in time to resume at the penthouse. She could afford to be late again.
“You’re done?” Greg asked beside her.
She nodded.
He began to stand up. “Then I guess I’m done too. Let me drop you off.”
“No,” Myra said hastily, the urgency in her voice surprising both of them. Greg squinted and stepped closer.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“Yes. I have to do something outside the complex. It does not concern the mission,” she whispered.
Greg looked like she had slapped him, and she grimaced, feeling sorry.
She took his hand quickly. This was her friend who had told her what the rest wouldn’t. “I have to go to the hospital, Greg.”
The pain vanished from his eyes immed
