One night, one mistake, and your whole world can be flipped upside down. And hell, if I don’t feel like my own foundations have been shaken a littletonight.
“When do ye meet yer family?” I ask into thedarkness.
She hesitates before answering quietly. “Tomorrow. They’re staying here in thehotel.”
Silence fills the room, and she seems to vanish somewhere inside her head, or maybe she’s fallen back tosleep.
I glance over at her. She’s curled on her side, facing me, eyes closed, her hand resting under her cheek. In the dim light, I see the ink on her inner wrist. The tattoo is small, but I recognize the Celtic symbol immediately. The Dara knot. A fleeting memory flickers at the back of my mind, but it’s too faded to catch hold of, and exhaustion trumps mycuriosity.
I’ll ask her about ittomorrow.
Because after tonight, one thing’s for certain, therewillbe a tomorrow withher.