HOLLY
“I— I don’t even know what I’m doing…” Andrea choked. I could tell she was totally exasperated. “I don’t have a clue, really.”
My first instinct was to hold her, to make her stop. To wrap my arms around her, the way girls do.
Are you kidding, Holly?
Whatever it was, she was monumentally upset. She was still a person. I wanted to fix it.
“Why are you crying?” I asked, my tone suddenly a lot more gentle. “I’m the one getting stalked here.”
Andrea shook her head. More tears dropped from her jaw, dripping down her jacket.
“I just… I don’t…”
All of a sudden I had a hand on her shoulder — a gentle hand this time. It was nuts! But still, something inside me told me it was right.
“Here.”
I handed her a tissue from my pocket. I had no idea if it was clean or not, but she took it any
