Mr. President's Substitute Wife
Willow stepped out of her room for the first time in hours. She had stayed in there, cooped up and alone. After the frightful confrontation that had happened last night, she could barely sleep a wink. Her heart was racing. Willow had been scared to her core that all she could do was curl up in a corner of the room, trembling hard and praying to every god there was that Sophia would turn up. There was no way she would be able to put up with this now.
