Capítulo 73: Chapter 73: Responsibility Sucks

The soft heat of the Southern California evening embraced me as I rebounded off the veil and into the parking lot of the church where Reena led me. Time zones sucked, the 8AM morning in Scotland turned to 9PM in Hong Kong and now just after midnight on the west coast of the US making my head spin. Sticky already from traveling the way I was forced to now, I wished I wasn't in jeans, a t-shirt and a sweater. Socks. Sneakers. Sheesh. I shed the hoodie and tied it around my waist while the petite half-Daeva poked her head out of the partially open front door of the small, white place of worship. I waved, my sneakers kicking small bits of gravel out of the way as I trudged across the empty lot toward the entrance, heart heavy, knowing what I was about to see and not sure I really wanted to see it.

Responsibility sucked sometimes. Okay, all the time.