Mila

I shared one more smile with Lorraine as I stepped out the door. It closed, cutting off the sounds and smells of her house. The evening’s chill seeped through my sweater. Still wet from the shower, I shivered.

Oliver’s soft eyes darted over to me.

“Are you cold? I think I have a jacket in my Jeep.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. It's not that bad.”

“Are you sure?” He asked again, causing me to hesitate.

Am I? What’s the ...