It had been a long and lonely day at work, but Jaime couldn’t fault Margo for not wanting to go. At least, she could only assume that was what had happened. Margo had retired early yesterday. Knocking on her door that morning hadn’t brought her out of her room, and it didn’t feel right to open her door without her permission.
She was already on thin ice with Margo. No use in making it any worse.
A small pit had formed in her stomach when she got back to Felix’s apartment and found Margo’s door still closed. She admitted she’d checked then, just in case, creaking the door open in as small a way as possible. Thankfully, she was just sleeping, and Jaime was able to rest easy.
Felix had mentioned Margo’s troubles with sleeping before. She figured Margo must have stayed up later than she thought and had been asleep all day, or even just that she didn’t get much sleep during the night and stayed home so she could nap when she got tired.
Either way, Margo was sixteen. She was more than old enough to stay home by herself, and moreover was old enough to make that decision for herself too. It didn’t feel right leaving her anywhere, but knowing that Margo wasn’t really sick was a big help in easing her mind.
Her thoughts wandered to the hospital. To their encounter yesterday, both with her mother and finding Margo in a janitor’s closet with Lionel.
She’d been thinking about that moment all day. It hadn’t been hard to guess she was in there — the whole enclosed spaces thing again — but she’d never have guessed that Lionel would be in there with her.
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