Wallace set down the mug of coffee he had been drinking got up from the couch in the living room when Anisa came back in an hour later. She smiled at him as she walked right up to him.
"They are sleeping." She said softly. "The boy was so filled with fear; he was running on pure adrenalin and was asleep almost before Neara."
"Anisa… I'm sorry." Wallace spoke.
"Sorry for what? For thinking you were protecting me?" She asked. "That is nothing to be sorry about William."
"I didn't… I didn't want you to think I…"
