Jesse walked tentatively towards the ICU unit of the hospital and felt her hands trembling. Cat had let her sleep until well after noon and then she had dawdled as much as she could, dreading the visit to the hospital. She stopped and turned around and put her hand up. “I need a minute, please.” She walked away from her mother and Cat and moved to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
She locked the door behind her and stared at her reflection in the mirror. “You’re a god-damned assassin with nearly six hundred kills under your belt. Get your s**t together Chavez.” She scolded herself. “You’re simply meeting a man’s family, a man who may not even remember you. He told you they were nice people. It’s not a firing squad. You have faced multiple situations far worse than this. Pull it togethe
