Timothy facepalmed; while saving his life, he had made someone lose theirs, but it was all in the past.
Timothy exhaled slowly, thumb tapping idly on his thigh.
I'll have to send the money before the month ends.
No matter what as he thought of his sister, another person came to mind.
Then, suddenly, her face flickered across his mind.
Miriam.
He frowned.
She hadn't appeared since the B-rank raid.
No texts.
No check-ins.
Nothing.
Was she… okay?
A crash? A breakdown? It wouldn't be surprising.
That mission wasn't the kind anyone walked away from untouched.
And Miriam… she'd always carried a bit more than she let on.
A little too calm.
A little too composed.
There was Dike, too; the guy left an impression on him. He'd love to get close to the buy, but that'll be another time.
He sat forward slightly, feeling a knot of guilt tighten in his chest.
'Damn… I'm a terrible friend' he thought
She'd been there for him often enough.
Had his back.
Shared intel.
