Michelle
Barry instantly stood up, a blush apparent on his face, as he quickly shut the door and leaned against it, deterring anyone else from coming in. "You're insane," he growled out loud, turning his back to me. His eyes found Esmeralda, still crying, who now looked towards me for comfort. She ran to me, burying her head in my waist and shaking her head.
"Please," I said to Barry, my voice pleading. His usually relaxed face was now clouded with uncertainty and, most importantly, fear for the young child.
"Fine," he muttered, gesturing towards the front door. "Oh, wait, hang on." I ran after him. "I can't go like this," I said, gesturing to the ordinary clothes I had been wearing for the past day. "I know he said he was going to get me something, but you should at least put me in bet
