The roof top was secured by the police officers that attended, and with them came Sapphire, wrapped in a runner’s blanket. Shivering by the stairwell, she spoke with an officer, recounting the story. Every so often she would look up and catch Felicity's eye and they'd share a smile.
To hell with Taylor. The past wasn't worth holding onto.
She and Thomas stayed nose to nose until the medic tended to his wound. Strapped onto a stretcher she giggled as he blew her kisses, and a little wink before three men carried him back down the stairwell. The medic worked on her wrist, cleaning it and wrapping it where the cuffs had left welts.
Then she spoke to a police officer. She found herself throwing up as she recounted the story, but they were patient. As she headed down the stairwell, Sapphire
