Page 18 of Hidden Raphael
Perhaps she spent so much time figuring out her life and her mistakes that she forgot to be active and aware enough to make choices. This had to stop.
She opened the door and stared at her bed.
A laugh escaped her throat. Meg had turned down her sheets and left a piece of chocolate. Kimberly saw her sneakers that she had on the plane near the door, though they were clean now. At least now she had her shoes. She moved on toward the vanity.
A few pieces of cord would at least allow her to wear the amulet tomorrow, and despite all her plans, the necklace was far too special to not be worn.
She sat on the padded trunk in front of the window and braided the thin leather strips together, glancing out the window at the night sky. Questions barraged her. Where was Roger? Was he looking at her right now? She stepped into the corner of the window and wondered if Raphael had hurt him.
In the morning, she'd join Raphael. He hadn't asked her, but she couldn't wait in her room. Kimberly stretched then took the medallion to bed with her. She stripped off her jeans and dropped them in a heap on the clean floor. Tomorrow, she'd be in a hurry. Then she snuggled into the warm sheets and stuck the medallion under a pillow.
How to clean her clothes without bothering Meg every day? A smile formed on her lips as she closed her eyes, her mind drifting toward sleep. Every day meant more time to get to know Raphael. A small ray of light warmed her heart. He had saved her so many times. Now it was time to sleep and then start saving herself.
