Emma

The knock came only minutes after I’d stepped out of the shower. My body was dry, but not my hair. I hesitated, wondering if it was Ian. There was no way it had been an hour. What if Rett had changed his mind on giving me more time?

With a large towel wrapped around me, I went to the door and opened it a crack.

Miss Guidry’s smile was infectious. “Oh, Miss Emma. This is the answer to prayers.”

In her hand and draped ...