Chapter 38 The Savior
- I heard Andrew’s footsteps echoing down the hall. I scrambled off the floor and back onto the couch, while trying to wipe my cheeks and eyes. I knew that my mascara had run, but I hoped that he would figure that it was from the rain.
- “One nice, warm towel, fresh out of the dryer,” Andrew announced as he entered the sitting room.
- I received the towel with a gracious smile.