C80 The D-Day— 11/11..

“Allison. Allison.”

Andrew’s voice echoed through the door.

I had just finished my shower, damp tendrils of hair clinging to my skin. Droplets clung to my skin, racing down my collarbone. I hastily pulled on a silk robe, tying it around my body before stepping out.

He stood just outside my door, his expression neutral but his sharp eyes giving away the tension beneath