Chapitre 43: Hobbies

"You should have called me."

Penelope's greeting when I get home is about what I'd expect.

Dumping my files and heavily loaded purse onto the table, I shake my head. "You aren't my personal taxi, Pippa. I can afford a taxi. Your sleep and work schedule have already been disrupted enough."

"I've been awake for hours. I could have easily picked you up if you called. And then we could have grabbed something to eat on the way home."

"Just order something. I'm not hungry, anyway."

I flop onto her pristine white couch, my body sinking into the cushions as if they might swallow me whole. A deep sigh escapes my lips, carrying the weight of the day's events.

Penelope sits beside me, smacking my arm lightly. "Alright, spill. What exactly happened? Your texts didn't explain much.."