#Chapter 156 Eating Crow

Bright and early the next morning, I awoke to a knocking at my door. Reluctantly, I slid out of bed, threw on a robe, and went to answer it. I was only mildly surprised to find Andrew on the other side, a bag of donuts in one hand and a cupholder with two coffees in the other. “Good morning,” he said, a little too cheerfully for me. “May I come in?” I was tempted to say no, but the donuts smelled too good to do so. I merely nodded and stepped aside to let him in. “How did you sleep?” he asked as he made his way to the dining table. I closed the door and followed him. “Horribly, thanks for asking.” “Sorry. You want a donut? I got jelly-filled.” I sighed. “Andrew, why did you really come here? I know that it wasn’t just to bring me breakfast.” Andrew set the donuts and coffee on the table before turning to face me. “No, it wasn’t.” He didn’t look me in the eye. “I want to talk about last n