Page 36 of Saving Wyatt

"Don't say that. We'll rebuild. As soon as the insurance kicks in, we can restore it back to its former glory."

I shrugged. "I don't know."

I didn't know if there would be a point rebuilding anything until Salieri, Wilson, whatever his name was, was down for the count.

"Any news from the other front," I asked.

She shook her head and looked up as Donovan entered the kitchen.

"How's the detail going?" she asked him.

Donovan put a few plates on the kitchen counter next to the sink and turned around. "Nothing. Everything he and his men have been doing these past few days has been above board," he said.

I huffed. "I hope you're being careful. All of you," I said. "I don't know what he'll do if he realizes we're stalking him."

"What more could he do? He already took our home from us," Donovan said.

"There's something even more precious than our home," I said, and everyone went quiet for a moment.

Our lives weren't something to be flippant about.

"Oh, Wyatt, a couple is leaving today." Mr. Rogers broke the silence and turned to face me. "You have a room if you want, for the next little while."

"Thank you, Mr. Rogers. I'll take you up on that," I told him without hesitation.

What was my other choice? Staying around Ari and Warren's place and tempted to lose myself in the Greek doctor and screw shit up even more than I had already?

"Great. I'll get started on the room as soon as breakfast is finished," he said.

"Oh no. It's okay. I can do that myself. You don't need to go into all that trouble."

"No trouble," Mr. Rogers said.

"I'll help, anyway. Since I'm not needed here," Autumn said in Elliot's direction and stood up, straightening her blouse before leaving the room altogether.

"Well, in that case, I'll be back shortly. I'll go pick my stuff up."

Before I could dash out, Mr. Rogers pushed me back down and shoved a plate full of protein and flavor in front of me.

What was it with everyone feeding me lately? Did I look gaunt or something? Or was it obvious I couldn't take care of myself, let alone all this business with Wilson?

Regardless, I helped myself to breakfast since I skipped out on Ari before he could go into all the effort again, and filled my stomach before I went back to the apartment.

As I zipped up my almost-empty backpack and my laptop, I heard keys in the door and Ari walked in.

"Oh, hey," I said.

"Hi." He stood by the front door as if surprised to see me.

"Are you okay? Why are you back so early?"

My question seemed to push him into motion, and he closed the front door behind him.

"Oh, I wasn't feeling great, and if I'm coming down with a cold, I'd rather not infect my already vulnerable patients."

I took an extra step toward him and reached for his hand before I realized what I was doing and stopped dead in my tracks.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" I asked.