Chapter 5: Flying from the PastI passed Scarlet a cup of coffee. I had ordered one of those large tubs, the ones you were supposed to order for company or family gatherings. So we had an entire gallon of coffee all to ourselves.
Scarlet looked like she needed it. She had dumped her suitcase and thrown off her coat before collapsing onto my bed. It took a good few minutes before she pulled herself up. She looked completely defeated. She had barely slept since last night, and had been flying for hours on end, beating herself up emotionally the whole time. I didn’t even know how she was awake, let alone capable of carrying a conversation.
“Scarlet, I love you, but you look like a piece of shit.”
“I know.”
She took a sip of her coffee, then shook her head, trying to shake off the exhaustio
