CHAPTER 5
ME: Hey, Ant. Just got off my shift. Meeting Jonathan for breakfast. Then I’ll come check on your friend.
I’m not expecting Ant to be up this early in the morning, but his response to my somewhat coded message comes back pretty immediately: k
I wish I could go do a quick check over and redress for the MC right now, then go back to my place and collapse, but I told Jonathan I’d meet him for breakfast after my shift. And after the way I ran out of his birthday dinner, I can’t just cancel on him at the last minute.
So, I toss the phone back in my tote, rub at my tired eyes as best I can with contacts in, and pinch some life into my face. Then I drag my exhausted butt over to Gillie’s, the diner where the medical staff at Wilmington St. Joseph can grab breakfast, lunch, or dinner
