Michael hadn't exactly meant to be so taken up with work, but he hadn't fought it off either. But as the date of Kersen's trial loomed nearer and nearer, he did his best to wrap everything up in time. He managed, only just, and found himself finally available, one or two hours after the sunset, the last evening before the trial.
He could have gone back home and rested, but instead he leaned under a porch in the street and typed out a quick, simple text to Kersen. Where are you?
He could have gone back home and rested, but instead he leaned under a porch in the street and typed out a quick, simple text to Kersen. Where are you?