The waiting would surely kill her. What something? Winnie had been too much of a frazzled mess in the weeks after her birthday to truly acknowledge what had been going on. She was far too out sorts to wrap her head around her normal routine, let alone the possibility of something else.

She nearly growled in frustration as the sentence was left hanging. What was she supposed to do with that? This wasn't explaining much of anything. What plan? She kept spinning Gus' ring it its place on the chain that was usually concealed beneath her dress. This already felt like it was going in circles, or nowhere, it was hard to tell. Watching him carefully, she raised her eyebrows at him, urging him to continue and put her it out her misery. She also didn't trust her tongue just yet, either.