CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
ENGAGED
Thursday arrives dressed like a lie. It looks nothing like how I really feel inside. The sun is quite bright. The birds are loud, swimming in that sweet early morning melody. Even the city moves like nothing terrible is about to happen. And yet my chest feels tight the moment I wake up, like my body already knows what my mind refuses to accept.
Today is the day he announces it. I’d caught it over one of my eavesdropping sessions when I snuck off when he went out with someone who I’ve come to deduce is his righthand man; his name is Michael. He is a 6.4 giant.
Saul is in an unusually good mood. That alone makes my skin crawl.
He’s on the phone before breakfast, pacing the bedroom in nothing but his stupid tailored slacks, shirt undone, hair perfectly styled l
