Terrie sat up again when she heard the door open. She listened to Adam’s heavy footsteps walking around the room and settling things down even though she refused to look directly at him. Instead, she nervously stole quick glances in his general direction to see what he was doing.
He had a pot in his hands that she had no idea where it came from. He set it down on the desk before he pulled his two beanies from his head, freeing his pasted-down hair. He seemed tired as she watched him drag his hands through the flattened strands to fluff his dark hair.
“Adam,” she called out to him, waiting for him to turn around and face her. When he did, she could see he didn’t have much more in him to put out. “I laid on this side to warm it up for you.”
He looked like he didn’t comprehend her meaning
