I did not talk to Andrew the rest of the day. He called me, but I refused to answer. After what he had done, all I wanted was some space to think things over.
The next morning, I was having some oatmeal for breakfast when I heard a knock at the door. I rolled my eyes, certain that it was Jeffrey coming to tell me to cut Andrew some slack. When I opened the door, though, Andrew stood in front of me.
“Hello, Crystal,” he said. “May I come in?”
I glanced behind him to see if anyone was with him.
“Just you? No fake attackers?”
Andrew cracked his neck.
“I deserved that. I promise, it’s only me.”
I looked him up and down, noting the dark circles under his eyes. He was well put together, as usual, but I could tell that he had not gotten much sleep. A part of me was pleased with that.
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