TWENTY-TWO
DAIRE’S NEXT LETTER scared her. His anger. His frustration. She didn’t know what to make of it. Reading the words over and over, she heard them in his voice.
I’d tell you to try that one again, but you’d still get it wrong. My asset? Just stab me in the gut next time. The pain will be less and I won’t have to be this mad.
It’s been two weeks. How the hell long are we going to let this go on? Z strutting around that damn room like he’s the guy in charge? Never pissed me off before. I never questioned the chain of command even when I didn’t agree with what was going on. I couldn’t sleep, I can’t sleep, because I can’t stand that the asshole took you away like that was his right. It’s not his right. And I can’t f*****g believe you’re insisting I sit on my hands. I can’t take it.
