My throat felt tight. I held the scarf for a second longer and slowly, I took it off. My hands felt cold the moment it left my skin.
I stepped forward and handed it over.
Amber took it, her expression soft, almost guilty.
“Thank you… I’ll clean it and give it back to you.”
“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “Don’t wash it yourself. It can’t be soaked. It needs special care. I’ll have someone pick it up tomorrow.”
“Oh okay,” she nodded gently.
The car pulled up outside.
Hudson glanced at her again, noticing her pale face.
Then he looked at me.
“Amber’s not feeling well,” he said, already opening the car door for her. “I’m taking her home first. It’s not on the way for you, so just go back yourself.”
I didn’t even get the chance to answer.
He helped her into the car, careful, like she might break.