I can’t take my eyes off him.
Watching Punky draw gives me a sense of peace. It’s here, in the silence where we can both be ourselves. The way he composes himself is a work of art within itself.
We’ve spent the past few days together, which means something has happened to him. No one has come looking for me, but I don’t mistake that as freedom. I know they’re just biding their time. Something big lingers on the horizon, which is why I’m going to tell Punky the truth.
I can’t lie to him any longer.
I know what that means for everyone involved, but we’ll figure it out because I trust him. And to gain his trust, I need to tell him who I am and what I was sent to do.
Nervously wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans, I decide I’m just going to blurt it all out and hope for the best.
“C’mere,”
