When Avery got back home, he found a message waiting on his tablet. He was so sure it was Michael, he opened it without really looking at it, and his breath stuttered in his chest when he saw who it was from.
Hey Avery. I still didn’t get your number, and I was thinking about you. Then I remembered I could send you a message and hope you see it. How are you doing? What do you need? I’m still worried about you. Want to know you’re okay. Send me a message when you see this, will you? Just so I know you’re doing all right.
Can’t wait to see you,
Jameson
Avery’s heart pounded as he stared at the message. He hadn’t even thought of the internal messaging program that connected all operatives on the Requiem database. Part of him was glad Jameson was thinking of him, worrying even. Being cared
