not angrily. Just once.
When I opened the door, she looked tired in a way makeup couldn’t disguise. There were shadows under her eyes. Her mouth seemed set against words she had either swallowed or run out of.
“I’m not here to argue,” she said.
“I’m not either.”
She nodded. Her gaze moved past me into the hallway, then back to my face.
The box was already continue reading …
