"Don't." Beth wished the ground would open and swallow her, for how desperate her own voice sounded to her ears.
Logically, she knew this wasn’t a hill worth dying on. People fell down every day, and surely this man had missed a step at least once in his life, maybe not since he became an adult, but falling down couldn’t be a foreign concept to him.
But all the logic didn’t stop her eyes from suddenly watering, and Beth realized she might be on the verge of compounding this humiliation to a performance of the century. Oh, sweet Jesus, no.
Still crouched in front of her, to her surprise, Santiago either didn’t notice the glaze in her eyes or decided to be a gentleman and ignored it, including her desperate request not to help her, as though that made any sense.
He didn't make a product
