14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter fourteen
Hummingbird
A nightmare of being held at gunpoint by them again woke me and ruined all attempts of going back to sleep, so I went upstairs and decided to bake chocolate chip muffins.
Ever since Derek died, I didn’t want to sleep upstairs in our bedroom.
I could be up there during the day, but once it started getting dark outside, I felt better being downstairs.
Safer.
Less exposed.
I had just slid the muffin tin into the oven when my phone dinged. My attention snapped to the corner of the counter it was lying on.
Who else is up at this hour? God, I hope everything is okay.
Tech:
Tech:
Hummingbird.
I was both excited and worried about having a new person nearby.
Tech:
I snickered.
Hummingbird:
Tech:
Tech:
Hummingbird:
I glanced out the window and let out a deep sigh. The silence oscillated wildly between peaceful and painful.
Tech:
Hummingbird:
Tech:
Too? Who else does he know that does this?
Hummingbird:
Tech:
A sad smile crossed my face.
Hummingbird:
Tech:
The fact Tech wanted me to meet one of his friends was telling. It meant they were another trusted person.
Could I trust another person? What would it be like to have friends again?
The oven timer went off, startling me, and I pulled the tray of muffins out.
Hummingbird:
Tech:
As soon as the muffins were cool enough to remove from the pan, I piled them on the plate and went back downstairs.
The smell of freshly baked goods and chocolate put a smile on my face as I refilled my coffee mug, and I couldn’t help the borderline indecent moan that came out after taking the first bite.
These are delicious.