CHAPTER 7: AKIRATwo Years Later
I was sitting a table in the lounge with Amber. This was the first chance either of us had had to sit down since early this morning. It had been crazy lately with wounded and sick soldiers coming in. Most of them were dehydrated from the heat. And tired. Weary.
“You good?” Amber asked me.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just tired is all. Have you talked to Mickey?”
She took a sip of her coffee. “I messaged him yesterday to let him know we were ok. He sends his love.”
I smiled. Mickey was sweet. “Did he say how Cas is doing?”
She shook her head. “He said he hadn’t seen him in a while. He’s been holed up writing.” She looked over at me. “You miss him, don’t you?”
I wanted to lie. No. Not a bit. In fact, I haven’t thought about him at all. “Yeah. I guess I do,” I adm
