Chapter 22 For Good
- I wake up a few hours later before Annie feeling more rested than I have in a while. I refuse to lie, and I begrudgingly won't refuse to admit it, but waking up and seeing her peaceful face... it makes me feel a certain way that for some reason, only my Little American can. Even with her mouth half open, her hair a mess, some of her drool on her pillow, I still feel the same if she walked into the room wearing a sinful lowcut dress.
- That confuses me to no end.