Having read the same page in his book, oh at least seven times, John slammed the book shut, his eyes drawn to the emptiness of A4.

It was Thursday, almost Friday.

He was not going to assume something had gone wrong. He wasn't. Because knowing what he did about the mission, if something had gone wrong and she hadn't called him by now and she ( Read more... )

Returning to his room late from Caritas, John settled Todd, cousin to Steve and Bob, on his sofa with some blankets.

After putting on pajamas, John flopped on his bed with his phone to check his messages. Two more had arrived while he was out. He was going to start giving up leaving the room if he didn't actually get to talk to her himself soon ( Read more... )

John had been getting a lot of voicemails from Jaina over the last few days. As much as he liked hearing her voice and knowing she was okay, he couldn't help but feel, well, helpless to do anything. And the last one had made it sound like something bad was going down ( Read more... )

It was a nice day. John felt the need to not be in his room, so he found a nice sunny spot on the lawn and settled down to read his book.

Page 21.

He was ahead of schedule.

[expecting one and I'm sorry to say he's wearing pants.]