*Millie*

I didn't mean to cry in front of all these people, and I'm a little embarrassed but mostly just plain exhausted. This is way too much to think about.

"I think I'd like to go back to the room and rest." I stand and stare at the handkerchief in my hand, now wet with tears and probably some snot. Do I offer it back to him? It's not like I've ever been around a guy who keeps a handkerchief in his pocket before.

He seems to catch on. "You can keep it. I have ...