It’s all messed up. I’m standing in front of Garcia’s door, wondering what I’m doing here at this late hour, in Washington instead of being in New Orleans with Will. Will…the baby…I’m a mess.
But I raise my hand and begin to knock on the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I’m waiting, hearing steps coming closer…did I just hear laughter? I didn’t even consider that Garcia might have company, it’s Friday night after all. One مزید moment and the door is opening…
“JJ? Wow, what are آپ doing here?”
“Who is it Emily?” – says Garcia as she appears in front of me.
“JJ!! Gosh,...
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