#Chapter 221: What Are You Doing Here

Beau, being the marathon lover that he is, stays until the middle of the night before he rolls out of bed and begins collecting his clothes off the floor. He trails the whole way back to the front door, then brings them all back to the bedroom and drops the clothes pile on the foot of the bed. As he begins to pull the clothes on, I sit up. I raise my knees, then rest my elbows on them. My whole body slumps. I hate goodbyes, and here we are, about to have yet another one. Picking at a stray string along one of the seams of the bedspread, I ask, “How has everyone been?” It’s not all I want to ask, not my far. It’s only been a day, so I doubt the news will be all that interesting. But it is the only question that I want to ask that Beau might actually answer. “Everything’s fine.” Beau kicks his legs through his pants and pulls them up over his hips. “Neil is set to go to the hospital tomorrow to get the silver out.” Oh, thank the Gods. “I’m glad to hear that. I heard how dangerous h