Twenty-six

There’s nothing new on Vincent. The information staring back at me from my iPad is the same piece of garbage I already have on the bastard. I drop the iPad to the table and press two fingers to my temple, rubbing circles around the spot. Lethargy travels through me, a wave of dizziness hits me and I clamp my eyes shut, resting my forehead on the table. I should take a break, I should also get real food inside my stomach. Sitting up, I take another sip from the cup of hot coffee and release an unmanly sound. The bitter taste lingers on my tongue, I shudder and grab a handful of candy from the bowl on the table. 

The telephone rings, my body goes rigid as I lift the receiver. The girls are home, I will be taking them to the mansion this evening, I have stalled for too long. Are my princesses okay? They called me already to know when I’ll be home. I peek at my wristwatch, only a few minutes past two. I miss my baby girls too.

Another spell of dizziness rams into me