Chapter-59 (Waiting)

CH 59 

Eric James Winslet's POV

I took a step back as the knob turned and the door swing opened. 

There stood Mr. Anderson, his eyes red and deeply circled behind his glasses. He looked pale like he would have been sick. 

"Was he alright?" I thought.

I could see his hands shake at the doorknob. "Eric." "Was he drunk?" I thought. 

But he didn't smell like wine or something. I let out a breath I hadn't realized as I was holding him. "Yes! Mr. Anderson.