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"I suppose that's something we have to do, yeah."
It was a difficult situation to be in. Eliza had never lived an existence away from the cold and pain that existed in New York. Between Robinson and her family, she never managed to feel the find of honest contentment she felt when she was far away with Rhett. It was intoxicating, addicting even, but she knew he was right. What was waiting for them in New York wouldn't be pretty. It would be dangerous and terrible, but they had a score to settle. It wasn't a score out of revenge, it was out of an innate desire to protect others and to find answers for those left answerless by the crimes. Sylvia deserved to face prison, Robinson too, but more than that the people of New York deserved to know the underbelly they were existing in.
If they were going to head back, Eliza would need to stop babying her shoulder too much. There was no way the two of them could go back and face the hell that awaited if she was any less than one hundred percent. They both needed to be to survive.
"If that's what we're talking about, a bar and cheese curds sounds like the perfect date," she added with a warm squeeze of his hand. "I guess I'll have to check my phone too, eventually."
There was no doubt in her mind that between Robinson, the Captain and Diaz that someone managed to write her off for medical leave or unpaid personal time. If that wasn't the case, she didn't know what she would do, but she couldn't focus on that now. After breakfast when they managed a couple of warm showers, some clean clothes and a little trip to the bar – then she could worry about the contents of her texts and voicemail. After all, they had to know about the attempted kidnapping by now and it was very unlike Eliza to run from anything. Maybe they were a tough crowd sometimes, but they were the closest thing Eliza had to a family for a long time and they knew her.
Eliza was hungry, as she always was at breakfast, and worked through her pancakes with ease. "Actually, I've never had cheese curds, but I grew up in an Italian neighborhood, so cheese is kind of a staple in my diet. We can have some of those Wisconsin brews too – the whole culinary experience."
It was a difficult situation to be in. Eliza had never lived an existence away from the cold and pain that existed in New York. Between Robinson and her family, she never managed to feel the find of honest contentment she felt when she was far away with Rhett. It was intoxicating, addicting even, but she knew he was right. What was waiting for them in New York wouldn't be pretty. It would be dangerous and terrible, but they had a score to settle. It wasn't a score out of revenge, it was out of an innate desire to protect others and to find answers for those left answerless by the crimes. Sylvia deserved to face prison, Robinson too, but more than that the people of New York deserved to know the underbelly they were existing in.
If they were going to head back, Eliza would need to stop babying her shoulder too much. There was no way the two of them could go back and face the hell that awaited if she was any less than one hundred percent. They both needed to be to survive.
"If that's what we're talking about, a bar and cheese curds sounds like the perfect date," she added with a warm squeeze of his hand. "I guess I'll have to check my phone too, eventually."
There was no doubt in her mind that between Robinson, the Captain and Diaz that someone managed to write her off for medical leave or unpaid personal time. If that wasn't the case, she didn't know what she would do, but she couldn't focus on that now. After breakfast when they managed a couple of warm showers, some clean clothes and a little trip to the bar – then she could worry about the contents of her texts and voicemail. After all, they had to know about the attempted kidnapping by now and it was very unlike Eliza to run from anything. Maybe they were a tough crowd sometimes, but they were the closest thing Eliza had to a family for a long time and they knew her.
Eliza was hungry, as she always was at breakfast, and worked through her pancakes with ease. "Actually, I've never had cheese curds, but I grew up in an Italian neighborhood, so cheese is kind of a staple in my diet. We can have some of those Wisconsin brews too – the whole culinary experience."