‘You can do this, Eloise.’
Eloise bit her lip and knocked on the door, waiting for the command to enter. It came after a moment, and she slid her hand into the sword handle, squeezing and pushing.
Pierce is sitting on the couch, leaning over the table and looking intently at his laptop. She waited, holding on to the door for support. She was not sure how to even start this conversation.
“Pierce?” she whispered.
Pierce raised his head, and when he saw her, his eyes widened and softened.
“May I have a word with you?”
His smile runs along his lips as he closes his laptop.
“Of course, Eloise. Come in, take a seat.” He pointed to the couch in front of him. “How was your appointment with Dr. Brown?”
“Interesting.”
“I can see that. Have you decided whether you want to stay or go home?”
