With a gloomy look, Harry paced back and forth in the room, chain-smoking.
Without warning, he punched the wall several times.
Even the most clueless person could see that he was worried sick.
Blood dripped from his knuckles, spattering the floor.
I closed my eyes, refusing to look.
Suddenly, Harry dropped to his knees in front of me.
"Mia, my department has strict rules. I have to stay on standby. Mandy's alone on that mountain, and I'm worried sick. Please, go take care of her for me!"
I opened my eyes and saw the raw anxiety written all over his face.
I laughed, but as the laughter bubbled up, tears began to stream down my face.
He wanted me to take care of Mandy right before a blizzard? How?
Was I supposed to give her my clothes like last time, only to freeze to death alone i
