When Noah heard her voice through the door, the first thing he thought was thank God. He had been honestly worried that she'd forgotten, or that this was her way of telling him to fuck off.
When he looked at her, really looked at her, it appeared that she'd been crying. Immediately he was concerned. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. He stepped around the cart and took her in his arms. He ran a hand up and down her back in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.