Lup pulled on her robe and walked back over to the bed, where Barry was snoring softly. She brushed the hair from his forehead and kissed it softly, whispering a promise. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
It was dark—still much too early for anyone to be up—but she kept her steps quiet just in case as she made her way to the kitchen.
They were gonna kill her when she came back.
But it would just be a little while. She’d get the gauntlet put somewhere it could be pursued but never obtained. And then she’d come back, and she wouldn’t have to worry about any more people dying because of her decision.
She grabbed a note pad and a pen from the counter and paused. What was she supposed to say? “Hey. Heading out. Didn’t tell anyone because you would’ve stopped me. Don’t worry, and don’t come after me. I got this. I’ll be back soon. Probably not as soon as you want, but soon enough.”
Explaining herself in a note was pointless. They’d have too many questions, and it would just leave them more worried than if she’d left no note at all.
So, she opted to keep it short and sweet. Her swirling handwriting still took up a good portion of the page.
And then she kissed the paper; her leftover lipstick from yesterday left a faint red mark. She didn’t know why she did it. It just… felt like the personal touch they’d need to hold onto.