Anne Moore
When I left Andrew's office, I went to mine, trying to work but unable to concentrate. The way Andrew spoke to me and mentioned Cloe made me realize that he might not be the demon everyone says he is. For the first time, he made me feel trust, as he said he would stay away from Cloe if I wanted him to. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him I wanted him gone. In that moment, I felt the weight of all the times I kept him away. I truly saw a different Andrew—one who could be good for Cloe, and perhaps for me as well.
I was focused on working when the same woman who had visited Andrew’s office walked by. She was tall with blonde hair. Something about her looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her.
"Good morning. Can I help you, ma'am?" I asked with a formal smile.
"I’m wondering wh
