It has been a week since I got out of the hospital. I was getting tired of all the pampering from Lorenzo and Kenneth and the food was horrible. I also felt being there made me feel like I was incapable of doing things yet all I had was an almost healed gunshot wound. Now I was in the apartment listening to Nadia go on and on about the party she wanted to arrange for me. I was pretty clear I didn't want a party, quite frankly I didn't think I was ready to be surrounded by people quite yet, receiving sympathetic looks and people behaving as if I was lucky to survive but I didn't want to survive and another person to die. I found it hard to sleep when all I could picture was Gordon's slit throat and lifeless eyes.
"Kathleen?" Nadia gently shook my hanging leg, I turned my eyes towards her.
