63. Guests

A few days of slow recovery pass, and I’m not sure if everything has been a fever dream, but Killian doesn’t utter another word about grim things anymore. He is mostly thoughtful and it’s clear he is mulling over some thoughts he is not very eager to share.

He found the broken phone the next morning, but he didn’t ask anything about it. He simply bought himself another one to replace it and played it off as if it was not a big deal at all. I couldn’t help but wonder if he knew. If he knew that I went through it and messed it more or less on purpose.

The new phone and his gunshot wound were the only things that reminded me of our little talk from that night. It was the only thing that made me feel uncomfortable and uneasy anytime his phone rang or when he went to bed together.

Today though, it seemed to be a sunny day, and we decided to spend it outside. By the time I had some fruit and snacks ready, on the wooden dock two large lounge chair waited for us, with an umbrella to offer us