Gigi stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were still swollen from crying over Odin’s fate at Ronson’s hands. Her heart ached for the boy, who hadn't been spared the world's cruelty.
What about his sick sibling in the hospital? Surely, they didn't know what happened to him. The thought kept replaying in her mind. She would have helped Odin if he’d contacted her, if he’d called or asked for help. His young life was wasted, and Gigi regretted losing contact with him. Gigi sighed and adjusted her robe. She’d just showered, and felt a little better. She’d been stressed, and her wound wasn't healing. After telling JD they had leads on McIntosh’s location, he’d ordered her to rest. She was too stressed, and needed to take care of herself, especially since the wound on her left leg wasn't fully healed yet. A wound that reminded her of a friend's betrayal. Gigi was ab
