Leah's POV
"Please wait…" Cristine held my shirt, stopping me from walking further. "I'm sorry… For the way I made you feel."
I turned to look at her, ensuring my face was frowning without a hint of taking up a smile.
"For the way you made me feel?" I asked, heaving a sigh.
"Yes. My questions were becoming too much. I was probing too much, and it felt as though I was judging you."
I went back to the spot where Andrea and I were standing in order to talk with her without other ears from listening.
"My reaction was not called for. There's no need to put up an apology when there's no wrong."
At that point, I couldn't tell if I was speaking the exact thoughts I had in mind or if I was simply trying to please her that I wasn't angry. Well, that didn't matter. She had come to look for me, and fear had also gripped her that I wasn't home. That was more than a "sorry" to me.
