It felt like forever before the cries died down to quiet sobs and then to hiccups. Once she’d stopped altogether, he pulled back and marched to her bathroom, got a wet wash cloth and a dry towel. He wiped her face with the wash cloth and then dried it with the towel.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice raw from crying.
He frowned, stood and walked out of the room again. Moments later, he returned with a glass of water. “Do you want tea, coffee or something else?”
She shook her head, biting back the urge to cry anew. “I’m okay.”
He motioned to her bed. “Lay down. Get comfortable.”
Good idea. All that crying had given her a headache. She did as he suggested and got under her covers. He went around the bed and yanked the other side of the covers up and slipped in next to her. To her surpris
