“You ready?” Irene asks, looking intently at Nikas.
They are both seated in the confines of the interview rooms located behind the courthouse. The interview rooms; small cubicle with doors along a long hallway that allow a lawyer and their client privacy to discuss before a court session begins.
Nikas returns her stare, his eyes fixed on her, determined and resolute.
“I have to tell you something first.”
Irene squints, her senses rising on alert. What can he possibly want to say?
“What is it?”
“About what happened in Arizona. Why I left the way I did. Without saying goodbye.”
Irene stills for a moment. She has been plagued with wanting to know this; having this closure.
But why now?
Why now, when it didn't seem right?
When they are in the middle of a war.
It's only a few mo
