He was so…..calm. How he could he be so calm? She had to fight to just stand here, to not hit him or hug him or slap him or kiss him. Something. Anything. Instead, she shut the door behind him and returned his gaze, her back against the wall and her hands moving slightly behind her to hold onto the folds of her skirt to keep them still.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?” She couldn’t have done that. She couldn’t give up the chance to see him, no matter how she felt. Even if he’d only come here by chance, if he hadn’t wanted to find her. She had to know, had to hear what he would say.