I looked at him.
"Don't bother with the schedule," I said.
He frowned. "What?"
"There's no heartbeat to check anymore."
"What are you babbling about again? What exactly do you want?" His face showed impatience.
Just then,his phone lit up on the table between us.
*Dear S.*
He looked at the screen. Then he picked it up, stood, and walked toward the stairs without a word. I heard the study door close above me.
Mrs. Potts came in with a bowl of soup. I picked up the spoon and took a few mouthfuls because my body needed it, not because I wanted it. The soup was warm and tasted like nothing.
I set the spoon down, pushed back the chair, and walked out.
No one stopped me.
Olivia's red coupe was still at the curb where she'd promised to wait. She had the window down, one arm r
