JUNE THIRD
“So how are you doing?" Master asked after the waiter brought the dessert.
"I'm good," I replied, lacing my fingers on my thighs, my eyes still wandering around the calm, fancy restaurant with a view I'd never seen. A marina, sea, boats, lots of them.
Master had assured us that there would be fewer prying eyes in this place, and his words have proven accurate so far. It's a welcome change from the constant scrutiny, camera flashes, and relentless questions we suffered while shopping for a replacement for my ring. The ring, which Duncan had in his possession, and due to where we left things, I knew better than to ask him for it, so I resorted to a lie, even though I still heard Reese's voice cautioning us to be brutally honest all the time.
"I talked with your doctor regardin
