“I feel like I should do more,” Adam says under his breath.
“Mr. I Need to Save the World.” I smirk up at him.
“It’s a character flaw, or so I’ve been told.” He sighs.
“Who said that?” I ask.
“My team. Juliette mainly.”
“I can’t imagine she has the best view of any of you when she deals with all your macho asses all day every day.” I arch an eyebrow at him as I wipe the moisture away from under my eyes.
“You may have a point.” He chuckles.
“Seriously, though, I think it’s just time for me to start figuring things out. It’s been … two years. That’s long enough of putting my life on hold,” I say barely over a whisper. “And I can’t really delay any longer.”
“You have no idea how strong you really are.” Adam hooks his pinky finger in mine as we continue to walk.
“It doesn’t feel that way, but thank you.”
The rest of our time at the MET is a leisurely walk—no agendas, no multitasking, just quiet words about the pieces. It’s refreshing. There’s no focus on Cano or the artifacts. No questioning what the hell I’m doing, just … living. And it feels incredible.
Back at the house, I’m back to the doom and gloom. Adam had to leave to check on something for a different case in the area, and the knowledge that I have absolutely nothing else going on hits harder than I want it to.
As the sun sets, I grab a notebook off of the small desk in the corner and start a list.
Shit to do to get my life on track:
Get a phone
Check on the blog and see if it can be revived
Do I even want it to be revived?
Talk to Adam or Lex or Woodcroft about what needs to happen for me to leave this house
