Chapter 159. The Road Ahead

Sophie

She slid into the washroom booth hurriedly and dialled the familiar number.

"Pick up, damn you, "she mumbled, aware that Danielle had been alert while she watched Sophie leave.

Worthington picked up almost immediately.

“Yes my pretty little bird?’ he said solicitously,’ What do you have for me?’

She scowled. She hated him but her sister needed her. There were times in the early morning when she came awake, her arms around Paddy who inevitably crept into her bed, citing nightmares, when she asked herself what she was doing.

The knowledge that she was in some way or the other, contributing to the downfall of the people who had helped her so generously, ate into her.

“My Lady and all the Saints,’ she would whisper, ’I am sorry. Forgive me, please...But Sondra means more to me…’

Now she stiffened and replied,

“I think the Boss is arranging something special for himself and his wife on the 16th of this month.’<