Chapter Ninety Two: 'Let's Cross That Bridge When We Get There'

Celine The engine sputtered out as I switched off the ignition. I was exhausted from all the hours I had worked today. Today had been a very eventful day. Thankfully, Aicher saga had been resolved. I would have hated that bloke to ruin my months of hardwork over his own silly pet-peeve against me. Aicher's stunt failed to make a deleterious impact on today's program, as he had planned, and I was grateful for that. I sagged back in my seat, waiting a moment to catch my breath. My feet throbbed in my heels, and I wanted nothing more than to take them off. But I was almost inside, and I couldn't possibly pad on my bare foot into the house. That idea sounded entertaining. I stamped it down before it thought too highly of itself, considering that I might entertain it. I got down from the car and walked in. Trevor had prepared a feast; everywhere in the house smelled good. My stomach rumbled in appreciation, almost to the point of embarrassment, as I walked in. "Welcome home, sw