Chapter Eleven
It seemed to take forever before she stopped crying. At one point, she got so quiet that he was concerned that she’d fainted or become ill. He was about to call maintenance to force the door open when the sound of the shower turning on assured him that she was okay.
After dressing in a pair of black jogging pants, he called Trig to see if he would mind bringing down some food for them. Trig gave him a questioning look, but didn’t say anything. A short time later, Trig delivered a tray complete with a thick soup, bread, drinks, and dessert.
Twenty minutes after that, a very subdued and drained Sula exited the bathroom. She wore a thick towel wrapped around her pale figure, her long, white hair hanging in a limp, tangled mess around her. She gazed at him, her lower lip trem
