Chapter 168 Leave

• Imogene Scott
• Breonna glances down, playing with the edge of her napkin. “I don’t know yet. They haven’t posted me to a specific location, but… I can only hope it’s close to home.”
• There’s a silence at the table, and I’m not sure if they can hear how fast my heart is beating. Or how sweaty my palms are. Breonna gives me a long, she can tell that I’m a little blow off. What I’m sure she can’t see, is how my mind is already conjuring images of how miserable it’d be without her.