Chapter 60-----The Warmth Hudson Gave
“I'm not hurt,” I replied.
“Do you need me to send someone over there?” he asked, his tone taking on a note of authority.
I hesitated, phone in hand, unsure what to say. Feeling a wave of helplessness, I finally replied, "It's fine... just a minor scrape on my arm. I've taken care of it; a couple of Band-Aids will do.
Just a scrape?
“Yes.”
Are you at the studio or at home?
At the studio.
Go home. Don't work anymore tonight. Make sure the doors and windows are locked, and call me if anything happens. I'll take care of it.
I listened to his instructions in a daze, bewildered as to why I was so willingly letting him take control.
We weren't even involved.
Yet, he acted as if I were his girlfriend.
“That… he's already left. It's alright now. My
