Chapter Hundred-Ten.

Joan’s feet stepped on a stick and a snapping sound echoed through the air—it was followed by the flight of several birds which broke away from the tree right beside them and went ahead to hover in the skies. Theodore, with a sharp reflex threw his head over his shoulders to her and she chuckled.

“I’m fine” She lifted her feet and marched towards him.

“You know you don’t constantly have to worry about me?” She asked him and there was a crack in her voice. He hummed, slowly nodding his head that one would believe he actually agreed to a word that she said.

“Come on i’ve been here the past few years. This is just typical Chicago”

“This much chaos?” He clicked his tongue in a way that forced a laughter through her lips. It came so unexpected that when her lips sealed, it rang back an echo that seemed indeed like a strange sound. She hadn’t remembered the last time she laughed like this. There was always something—the most outrageous thing that would come back to haunt her like the slimm