I spend the rest of the day very quietly.
Eventually, Nico and Christian do come out of the room and settle at the kitchen table with Frankie, where they hash out a bunch of what sound like really complicated plans. But, despite Nico’s glares and clear silent indications that I shouldn’t be hearing any of it, I barely listen.
Instead, I go completely back to my roots and work, cooking up as elaborate a dinner as I can with frozen ingredients and whatever is in the cabinet, which isn’t much. I inquired about a grocery delivery, but Nico coldly informed me that when he said the apartment would be “locked down” he meant it – the elevator’s functionality has been shut off and all of the fire doors along the long staircase up to our apartment are sealed.
I mean, it doesn’t sound very safe i
