92 Nikki

“And he cornered you at your work?” Rand asks. I can sense his anger growing as I retell him the story of what transpired at work the other day. I haven’t been back home, haven’t spoken to Bronson, all I can think of in this moment, is solving our major issue at hand.

Alexander Anabe.

He is the reason I am here, in front of Rand at this moment.

“Yes.”

“Sh*t” He mutters then begins pacing. His wife, bless her heart, is actually quite calm. She hums a beautiful tone as she waters a few plants around the home. She’s offered me lemonade and fresh homemade peanut butter cookies. I think if I weren’t so worried about Bronson and what Anabe’s threat could potentially mean, I would laugh at just how different she is than her husband.

“We have to tell Bronson, Rand. We have to let him know what’s going on. We cannot wait any longer.”