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Prelude to Danger
When Ash woke up the next morning, Celia was already gone.
Ash wasn’t surprised. Celia liked to go for a morning run every so often, so she did sometimes leave at 4:00 or 5:00 in the morning to get a good workout.
Ash didn’t make too much of it. She knew that Celia was probably mad at her for lying about not seeing Hunter, so she figured Celia was just letting off steam with an early morning run.
Ash thought about going back to sleep since it was only 6:00 am. Lying in her bed, listening to the sound of the quiet morning, she realized that she was finally alone after so many days of being around other people.
She thought about sending a text message to Hunter, asking him to meet up for breakfast or something just to talk.
[Are you sure you just want to talk to him? You only really talk about half of the time that you’re together.]
Ash shuddered at her own inner voice. On one hand, she was positively ecstatic that Hunter lik
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