*Cat*

It felt like hours since Elio had left to go to the meeting Franky set up with Ignacio. I paced my room for a few minutes, feeling like an idiot. I was the little woman left at home to wring her hands and wait for the outcome.

I really hated this part of things. I wasn’t some damsel in distress, nor was I a wilting violet who’d fait at the first sign of action. Well, I’d probably panic afterward, but during everything, I’d hold my own. ...