“I’m your family, Chloe.”
He says and gives her hand a squeeze. He tries to get a look at her face, but she has it turned too far away from his. She is too proud and stubborn to let him see this side of her. Chloe remains silent until she opens the door to her room. Then she pushes aside the threat of a tear, and finally turns to face him.
“Don’t worry about it, Michael, they do it all the time. I’m used to it.” Chloe forces a half a smile, but Michael isn’t convinced. “Well, here is my room. You can sit and wait for me while I take a bath and get cleaned up. I have my own bathroom through that door so I won’t be far, okay?”
“‘Kay.”
Michael nods and watches her saunter off and disappear to the opposite side of the giant white door she’d pointed at. He mentally measures up the space bet
