*Eric*

Misha walked outside. His face was red and his eyes were misty, but he looked better than he had since the ball. I raised my eyebrow at him. He put his hand on my shoulder, “she’s asking for you.”

“You good, kid?” I asked.

“Yeah, Boss. Better than good. I don’t know how she does it, but she always knows exactly what to say.”

I put my hand on his shoulder with a knowing look. I walked inside to find her getting a glass of water in the ...