He was back, he was back, he was back. It made her stomach flip in excitement. She sat with her knee tapping restlessly as she waited for that familiar face to show itself through those door opposite her. She was high as a kite right now, but she was fighting her mind with everything to keep it straight right now.
And there he was. That beautiful Boston boy, who’d lifted her up at her lowest. She knew he was upset because of what had happened to Grace. But Callie would try her best to be sensitive. “Kitty cat!” The young girl squealed as she sprinted over to him, practically launching herself into his arms.