The Dotted Line

I was now sitting on the bed, I collected the paperwork that Fallon had thrown my way. With them in my hand, I realized they were the exact ones that I had read that were sent to my email.

I was already okay with the terms and thought it was fair. It stated that as long as I helped her get information that would lead her to getting what belonged to her family then I was free from her.

Not just free. But free forever.

I stared at the paper for a few seconds longer and I think Fallon may have noticed that I was deep I thought because she proceeded to sit next to me.

“Are you okay? Am I too late? Have you already changed your mind?” She chuckled to herself, handing me the pen as she sipped more of whatever she was drinking.

I let out a wry laugh, my mind playing the events that unfolded in the hotel last night. I swallowed hard, my heart thumping in my chest as if it was happening all over again.

“No, it’s not that…”

“Then what is it?” She asked, waiting for my response. I could tell t