“Thank you.” Liz came in and set her purse and a cloth tote bag next to the couch. Something in the way she handled that bag made Andrea wonder what was in it. Liz reached in and pulled out a familiar envelope. Andrea saw her handwriting on the front of it as Liz turned back toward her. “I got your letter,” she looked down at it, and back at Andrea. Her eyes looked greener than usual as they watered up a little. Andrea had no clue what to do, since she hadn’t expected a response from Liz, much less an unannounced visit.
“I’d like to talk?” Liz said, with a smile.
That damned, distracting smileAndrea thought.
“Of course. God, I, okay, can I get you a drink? I think I could use a glass of wine right now.”
“Yes, please!” She laughed, and suddenly Andrea felt better, like the tension was gone. She found herself filling up with hope she hadn’t dared feel since leaving Liz’s house that awful evening.