“Good night… and treat that leg.”
Treasure opened the door and limped away, not replying him nor shutting the car door, nor looking back till the gate was opened for her and she walked in. She ignored the gateman’s greeting, walking straight up to her apartment, unlocked the door, and locked it right back once she had shut it behind her. Treasure knew she was in for a night of deep thinking and sleeplessness.
* * *
THE ANKLE felt better by morning. It was not a serious sprain like she feared, though she played safe by wearing flat shoes. Treasure had used the balm she used for colds. During the tumultuous state her mind was in the previous night, she had realised that she had not described to Kel
