Chapter 19

• She pulled a tissue from the small box on her desk and handed it to him before hurrying to the clothing rack. She carefully lifted his suit jacket from the hanger. Her fingertips brushed the sleeves. The fabric was dry and warm now.
• “Your suit is dry,” she said softly. “You can wear it again.”
• Yul rose from the wooden bench and walked toward her. He reached out and retrieved the suit, but instead of putting it on, he draped it casually over his forearm. His posture remained relaxed, composed, almost impossibly refined in this tiny student dorm room.