#Chapter 116: Hugo’s Past

I don’t have a good answer for Hugo, especially not right now when I just nearly put myself in extreme potentially life-threatening danger. Hugo continues to gape at me. “Sorry,” I say. “I wasn’t thinking…” I lower my head, noticing Hugo’s arm still wrapped protectively around my waist. He notices it too, and immediately drops it away. “You’re lucky I’m here,” Hugo says. “If I’d been a minute later.” “Sorry… Thank you…” Hugo studies my face. He knows about the Whisperers decision, and therefore likely knows about what has driven me to distraction. He could bring it up, right here on the sidewalk. After endangering myself, I’d likely deserve a good verbal lashing. Instead, he sighs and shakes his head. “Let me walk with you to the office. When we get there, I’ll make you the strongest cup of coffee you’ve ever had.” “I am very tired,” I admit, smiling slightly. I hope he can tell how grateful I am, for his rescue and for the out of this conversation, at least for right n