Chapter 87 Crystal's Day Off

As we walked down the hall, hand-in-hand, I could tell that Andrew’s mind was still on the fight. I leaned against him, hoping that the reminder of my presence would ease his worries some. Deep down, I knew that it would do nothing in the face of the rift between him and his daughter. “Shouldn’t you be at work?” he asked, not unkindly. “You’re very late.”