Callahan
I find Lenore in the kitchen the next morning.
"Good morning," she says, looking me over as she wipes her hands on the apron. "Didn't you sleep well?"
I must look like I feel. After Portia fell asleep, I lay awake beside her listening to her breathe, feeling her small, warm body beside mine. Watching her. In a way, it surprises me how easily she falls asleep with me. There's a level of trust she may not admit to because sleep is the ultimate vulnerability.
And you were asleep for six years under Uncle David's care.
I shove that voice away. It's one that's come before. It's the one that thought adding my uncle's name to my reaper's list was a good idea. I need to talk to him because part of me can't reconcile the uncle I know with the man Diamente would have me believe he is.
