The alarm rang, the policewoman released me with her eyes closed, turned to the other side, and kicked me with her foot. "It's time, I have to go to work. Damn day shift today."
Is this her way of telling me to leave?
I got dressed and left Stella's apartment with the snacks I bought at the supermarket yesterday.
I wasn't upset about her asking me to leave, because our identities destined us to remain hidden.
It would not only cause trouble for her but also for me.
If Johnny finds out I'm with the police, he'll definitely label me as an undercover agent, making me an unwelcome person in the family, even giving them an excuse to kill me.
My relationship with Stella is dangerous yet sweet, making it hard to let go.
Looking over Biscayne Bay, I swore that I would become a resident here too.
I drove back to the Upper East Side apartment and walked into the dilapidated hallway.