Worlds Apart by Stein Willard

Author:Stein Willard
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2019-07-22T16:00:00+00:00

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Oasis was getting antsy.

She was cold and wished to be anywhere else, but here. If it wasn’t so uncomfortable down here, she would’ve already called the orderlies to return her to her room. But the plan was great and if it worked, it would put an end to the bloodshed even before the new crime lord had enough time to warm the seat of his new throne. Above all, she wanted the plan to work so she could get out of here and see Tia whenever she felt the need to do so. She sighed. There was one other reason, too. When Tia came by last night, after having tracked down Caleb, she had been different.

Alive. Excited, even.

Her eyes had glowed as she had relayed her meeting with Caleb and the plan they had devised. But there had been a smidgen of red in her cheeks every time she had spoken Caleb’s name. At first, she thought she had imagined it, but when she had purposely steered the conversation towards Caleb’s input, the hint of red had appeared. The rest of the conversation after that had been background noise to Oasis. It had taken Sister Madeline an hour afterwards, in between changing Oasis’ bandages, to extract the details of the plan. Oasis had spent the night staring at the ceiling, after she had been rudely awakened by a dream filled with images of Caleb and Tia. No matter how hard she had tried, Oasis couldn’t find a way to hate her friend for getting the girl. She loved Caleb too much.

The sound of footsteps pulled her back to the present. She listened as two pairs stopped outside the door. A muffled conversation ensued before the door opened and the footsteps entered. For a moment it was quiet before soft sniffling reached her ears.

“Is this your bother, Miss Smith?” a male voice asked gently.

“Y…Yes.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, Miss Smith. If you like, you could spend a few minutes with him. I’ll be over there.”

“Thank…thank you.”

One set of footsteps moved away to come to a stop near where Oasis was in the corner of the room. Some minutes passed as the woman cried over her brother’s body. Since she was the only person who had come down to the morgue today, Oasis had hoped that she would be the spy, but as she woman continued to cry over the body of the young man, Oasis felt her hopes dwindling. Their trap had not worked and Oasis was not looking forward to spending another day down in the morgue tomorrow.

“Done?” The man moved away. “Please accept my condolence, Miss Smith. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you back to the…”

Oasis suppressed the sigh of disappointment. At least now she could return to her room that didn’t smell like death.

“Wait a minute, there was something else,” the woman began. “Rumours are that The Maverick has died. Is it true?”

There was a short silence, in which Oasis was holding her breath.

“I’m not supposed…” He stopped.

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