Chapter 13

While I waited for Blythe to come back, I continued to fiddle and feel anxious about everything. I know she'll be talking to them about the things we talked about, and I am not sure if I am even ready to hear their answers or not. And as much as I hate to admit it, I actually worry about what her brother might have to say when he hears about my request. Even without thinking deliberately, I have an uncanny sense that he'll boot me out of their house this instant.

And why wouldn't he? From the onset, he doesn't seem to like me, but maybe because of his profession, he is inclined to provide help to an almost-dead woman like me. And I'm not only imagining what could be the worst-case scenario at this point; I'm also attempting to get myself geared up to deal with what's to come next for me once I leave their place.

Other than that, I cannot hold it against them,