Greer asked outside her door.Emily put her brush down, tucked her hair behind her ear and stepped out of the bathroom to see Greer standing there with his hands tucked into his pockets.He looked uneasy, almost nervous, and that worried her.“Greer?”He relaxed and reached to take her hand. “Nothing to worry about. Promise. There’s someone here to see you.”She cocked her head to the side, apprehension tracing a chilly path up her spine.“Who?”He grimaced and then said, “Frank.”Her eyes widened, and she took a step back.Greer stepped forward again and tentatively put his hand on her shoulder.“Are you angry?”She shook her head but wasn’t sure whether she was or wasn’t. No, she wasn’t angry. She was afraid, and that made her angry.“No. I’d like to see him,” she murmured. “I should have stayed in contact with him.”Greer’s expression softened. “He’s been worried about you, sweet pea. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. Talk to you. There’s no pressure, I promise.”He extended his hand, and she took a deep breath before sliding her palm over his.
