#Chapter 100 – Not Scrabble

We move out of the kitchen then, Christian making his way back to the little iron fireplace to continue stacking some logs while I head into the bathroom for a quick shower, wanting to wash the day off of me before we settle down for the night. I take my whiskey with me, wanting the peaceful buzz it’s bringing me to continue. As I strip down, I jump a little when something clatters to the floor. Then I just stare at it, realizing that it’s the phone Nico gave to me, which I tucked into my bra before going to work at Lupa and haven’t given a second thought since. It’s a tiny, cheap thing – not even a smart phone, not really. I lean down and turn it over in my palm, beginning to scan through the calls and messages, shocked when I see dozens of them from Christian and none from anyone else. Christian – trying to call me for hours, trying to get in touch, to figure out where I am. And all the time the phone was on silent, tucked away so that I didn’t even notice it. God, what must that h