Then blocked the number.
The silence afterward felt enormous.
“Did I do the right thing?”
Reid took my hand.
“You did what you chose.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“It is the only one that matters.”
I looked at him.
“Would you have blocked her?”
“Yes.”
“Immediately?”
“Yes.”
“Would you have sent the message?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I would have written something less useful and more illegal.”
A laugh escaped me.
The tension eased enough for me to breathe.
Reid moved closer.
“Head?”
“Two.”
“Do you need darkness?”
“No.”
“Water?”
“Yes.”
He brought it.
I drank.
Marlowe shifted and put his chin on my thigh.
“My mother doesn’t love me.”
The sentence arrived without warning.
