The image curdles my stomach, and I blow out a breath. I’m the only one who can stop this.
“Ashley, I-I’m glad things are going well. I have to go, okay?”
“But wait. You just called. What’s going on with—”
I hang up before she can ask the question. Despite what Timofey thinks, lying doesn’t come easily to me.
I leave the hospital and take a taxi straight to the airport. The driver is a young guy with shaggy blond hair and a wispy goatee. “Are ya picking someone up?”
I blink away from the blur of buildings and people passing by the window. His brown eyes are framed in the rearview mirror. “What?”
“Are you picking someone up?” he repeats. “If you are, I can wait and drive you both wherever you’re going.”
I’m not sure if he’s too young to realize that would be a terrible business decis
