CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The longest day of her life had started out like normal, with Rita delivering breakfast before Serg brought the treadmill into her room. During her workout, her focus on the door was so absolute, she ran twice the normal distance.
It would open. Dax would come back for her.
Luxuriating in the shower after her exertion, she fantasized about Dax joining her, telling her everything was taken care of, that they could celebrate being together under the hot spray.
She’d drawn every task out, killing time, waiting.
Still. No Dax.
Books and DVDs in the entertainment center struggled to hold her wandering interest.
Dax would come.
He would.
Dax said breakfast with Mauri, right? Shouldn’t that be at the beginning of the day? Maybe he meant brunch.
Lunchtime came and we
