(Mira)
The next morning I woke up and started packing.
It didn't take long. I didn't have much. My clothes. Toiletries. The property jacket.
Everything fit in my backpack and one duffel bag.
I looked around the room one last time. This had been my home for weeks. The first place I'd felt safe since leaving Seattle.
But it was time to move on.
I grabbed my bags and went downstairs.
Hank was behind the bar. He looked up when I came down.
"So you're moving out," he said.
"Yeah."
"You settling in okay?"
"Yeah. I am."
Hank nodded. "Good. You need anything, you call me. Okay?"
"I will. Thanks for letting me stay in the room, Hank."
"You earned it. You work hard." He paused. "I'll see you later today."
"I'll be here."
The door opened and Ridge walked in. Trent was behind him.
Rid
