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079 Dear Father

Scarlett’s POV

Warmth calms.

I never understood why in movies the victims are all given an orange blanket even if they aren’t wet. Now I know. At the moment of shock, a blanket can work magic, and calm your jittery nerves.

But after calmness, embarrassment hits.

I hug myself, sitting in the back of the ambulance, feeling my ears burn.

What did I just do?!

I cried and snuggled in the arms of a basically stranger! Who is going to be my boss that I would meet on a daily basis?

Can I quit now...?

“Here,”

A warm cup touches my cheek lightly, and I look up startled, only to see Adrian’s chuckle. In his hand a small cup of hot milk.

How did he even get milk here?

Mumbling thanks, I take the milk from him and lower my eyes, having no courage to look at him. But I didn’t miss the slight tremble of his arms.

“Sorry about that,” I land my eyes on his shivering hand, “I should have walked down on my own.”

Adrian raises his own hand, staring at it for a second before he sighs with a self-mocking l
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