#Chapter 257 – Planning and Action

I take a deep breath, confused about whether I want to indulge my rage or quell it. Because that really, really pissed me off. How dare he use my pregnancy as a reason to keep me out of this? As if I’m some kind of time bomb that’s going to go off in the middle of his heist and ruin all his plans. Pregnant or not, I’m perfectly capable of deciding what it is that I can and cannot do – who the hell is he to make this choice for me!? And also! If it’s safety that’s at risk, why does he get to put his life and his freedom on the line when I can’t? We’re both going to be parents at the end of this road – but I’ve got to keep myself safe?! Even as these thoughts run through my head I’m aware of the flaws in them. But I don’t let myself address those, not yet. Instead, I just stew in my anger, staring out at the sea for a long, long while. I don’t know how much time passes before a figure comes up on my right, slipping a blanket around my shoulders. I pull it around myself, surprised int