Lucy
LucyIt’s not until after I’ve eaten a meal and cried my last tears that I can even function. Gretchen hangs around my apartment making tea, sitting quietly near me, waiting for me to talk.
Finally, she says, “So talk to me, please. I had it right, didn’t I? Were you in trouble?”
I nod, mutely. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I couldn’t stand the thought of the feds going after Ravil, and I don’t like the idea of Gretchen hating him, either.
It’s strange that I would feel protective of him, but I do.
“I know you don"t want to, but I think you need to.”
“You need to get them out of custody. The feds have nothing on them, unless they found something when they searched the penthouse.”
God, I hope they didn’t find anything.
God, I hope they didn’t find anything.Gretchen blinks at
