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I left the sticky on the coo upstairs where Hunter lived to see if he was there I'd been upstairs only once four years earlier It was a fantastic apartym, and had been renovated with the top of the line fixtures and furnishings I'd spent one back

My ht returned as I climbed the stairs to the floor, ain I hadn't talked with hiht that set all this in h I did see him from a distance at the funeral for Sean

What would he say if I showed up at his door?

I went to the apart Behind the door, I heard laughter – a woh voice and then a man's low voice, deep, and amused

Was it Hunter?

If it was him and not Conor, he was there with a woman

I turned away and crept back down the stairs, for as much as I needed to speak with Hunter, there was no way on Earth I would dare interrupt him if he had a woman with him Besides, I hated the idea that he ith someone else There was still this silly part of me that would always be in love with him, no matter what

I hated that part of me, but it was a part I couldn't deny

I left the gyave a huge sigh of relief once I was outside I was a coward after all, afraid to face Hunter

He'd find e and knoas there He'd knoas serious so I hoped he'd call me the next day

I took the bus home and flopped down on my tiny sofa once I was back inside my dorm room On the coffee table were a half-dozen articles I needed to read for the next week, but my heart was just not into it

I took out es, but there was none so I wrote another text

CELIA: Hunter, I really really need to speak with you This is a life or death matter

I hoped that would convince him to contact me He understood life and death hter After the bloith Spencer, he'd joined the Marines He'd become and officer and then seen combat He'd seen his brother shot down by police…

There was no response by ht when I finally thren the last journal article and decided to call it a night