Chapter 56

• Mia
• Andy slept for most of the day while I read magazines as I sat there beside him. When he awoke, we’d chat about random topics that had nothing to do with our current situation, which we both tried our utter most to avoid. Who’d want to talk about billionaire elites, the underground business world, Mexican cartel, kidnapping, torturing, and that sort in the hospital with a very injured patient who had just been through that aforementioned shit? Sometimes it was easier to live to delude yourself into believing that everything was all right. Deep within my mind, however, I wondered if things that had happened to Andy would likely happen again, and I knew the answer was yes, one hundred percent.
• The thought didn’t sit well with me. I wanted to protect Andy. I wanted his and my life to go back to the way they had been six months ago before Andy had left Mystic Spring, when I had a job as a kitchen hand and Andy as a cleaner even though we only made just enough to get by. But at least then we didn’t have to worry about whether Andy would get kidnapped by the Mexican or the Albanian.