The next morning, I woke up to a knock at the door. Groaning and aching from when Joanne tossed him across the room, he open the door...
It was Joanne, comepletly naked and shivering in the cold, looking at me with watery eyes...
Before I could say anything, she ran into my arms, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry!", She sobbed, and that was all I needed to hear... "It's alright, Joanne...", I reassured her, sitting her down on the coutch to comfort her.
"It's alright..."