Kennedy

I’ve just come downstairs, still feeling disappointed that Quirin didn’t finish what I tried to start this morning, when one of the omegas comes up, letting me know that my medical shipment has arrived.

“That was fast. Tell them I’ll meet them at the hospital,” I say, knowing I ordered a lot.

Christy shoves a breakfast sandwich into my hand as I walk out, and the rest of my morning is spent organizing and putting away the supplies I ordered. I’m pleasantly surprised that ...