The sky was already dark when Mia walked into the living room after her long shower and short nap that helped her calm her tense nerves and banging headache that had accompanied the fear she'd felt after seeing that helicopter in the evening. Bathed and dressed into Neil's black sweater and pants, she walked down the stairs and headed towards Neil, who was standing in front of the fire, staring into it, his jaw as rigid as granite.
Judging from his expression and his actions earlier after the helicopter had left, she correctly assumed that much of what was bothering him right now was probably guilt for what he'd just put her through, but the experience had affected her in a much different way, now that it was over. She was furious that people were forcing him to live like this and determined to find out what he intended to do to put an end to it. Whatever he intended, she was determiningly resolved to convince him to let her help in any way she could to clean his name.
