The alarm clock marked the time at 6:40 in the morning. If Coil hadn’t called for the meeting at this strange hour, if I hadn’t been packing, this would be about the time that I headed out the door for my morning run.
Kinda fitting, really.
(Also, Coil called the meeting? Well, better mark that down as another thing I was wrong about.)
Leaving like I was, hurrying to be gone before the others caught up with me, I was leaving a lot of stuff behind. Clothes, furniture, pictures. Without even realizing it, I’d sort of begun making this space my own, decorating and personalizing it. Settling in, in a way I hadn’t when I’d been planning to betray the group.
In a way she specifically avoided.
I was putting clothes on over my costume when Lisa’s voice came from the doorway, “Where are you going to go?”
Too late, Taylor.
And hey, it’s the one member Taylor has connected with the most except for Brian. The one whose whole shtick is knowing what to say.
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