Two's a Crowd Ch. 07

"I don't know if I can ever believe you again, Myriam. But please get better," I said. "Get better soon and let me know. I may learn to trust you again. And get you out of your cage."

Her eyes closed. I looked up at Erica. She nodded nervously at the door. I rose. My hand left Myriam's face.

At the door I thought I heard her whisper "I love you" -- but maybe it was just a trick of my ears.

As we slipped out, we made it to the corner of the hallway before the nicotine slave returned. Maybe he saw us. Maybe he'd think that reporting us would be too much of a hassle. I guess he probably couldn't care less.

***

Myriam never called. Nor did she write or let me know through "friends of friends." I once more started feeling like a clown.

Erica told me to be patient.