I stepped out of the cab, clean and dry, holding a warm thermos of soup for Sophia, who was resting peacefully under round-the-clock care at the hospital.
Sarah threw herself toward me, tears ruining her makeup. “”Nathan, please! I didn’t know! I swear I didn’t know! Where am I supposed to go?””
I looked down at her with the cold, unblinking detachment forged through two decades in military intelligence.
“”The fastest way to lower a fever, Sarah,”” I said quietly, quoting her own venom back to her, “”is to face
