Make Me Yours
My phone started to ring, and I had thoughts of everyone sending me hate mails, wanting me to get as far away from the paper as possible.
It was Jenny. I took a deep breath as I picked up the phone, “Hi,” I whispered as I felt as if I was holding my breath, waiting for her to reply.
“Tessa! You’re a hero. I thought that it was you, but I wasn’t sure. This is amazing.”
“What?”
Wondering if this was all a dream and if I heard her correctly, did she say that I was a hero?
“I read what Carter posted, and I must admit that I feel sorry confessing this.”