Chapter 96

Lying in bed in my room at Jake’s apartment, I doze in and out of sleep listening to distant sirens and noises from afar, Manhattan’s calming hustle and bustle. It’s late; I’m tired, yet I’m not. I’m somewhere between dosing and overthinking and restless.

The housekeeper has retired to bed, and the apartment security wanders the outer halls again. I’m aware of their crackling radios’ faint sound; although they never really venture inside the central part of the apartment, I like knowing they’re out there. Jake isn’t one for much security, but his father insists. He doesn’t see the need for them at home and rarely uses them when we’re on business. I guess he knows he can beat the crap out of most assailants, seeing that boxing and martial arts are some of his pastimes.

I’m uneasy and antsy; I know he’s coming home and anxious about how we left things.

Will I view him differently now? Knowing that he’s been…? I don’t want to think about what he’s been doing.