I finished speaking before my resolve could falter and walked out of the room.
The tears came fast, blurring the hallway lights, slipping down my cheeks unchecked. I wiped at them angrily, annoyed at myself for falling apart now of all times. I'd wanted love. I'd found it. And now I had to survive it.
*****
I left the next morning with Martin.
He refused to let anyone else drive me. We needed privacy, he said.
The city was already awake, horns blaring, pedestrians weaving between cars. Martin maneuvered the car smoothly into the madness.
"I looked into a few things," he began. "I wanted to give you updates."
"Yeah…" My response came out distracted. I stared out the window, watching familiar streets slide past.
"You are not being bugged," he continued. "I swept the entire house and your offices. I picked up nothing."
"That's… comforting. In a very dystopian way."
He snorted softly. "Welcome to your life. But I looked into who paid Damon's bail."
