The moment we arrived at home, James headed inside for a shower. I started to prepare the table and some drinks. I didn’t notice he was done showering until I heard someone playing basketball at the backyard. I watched him through the kitchen window. He was doing fine, shooting basket after basket until he missed one and then he started missing the rest. And then he threw the ball roughly, groaned and laid on the grass.
I furrowed my eyebrows, knowing that something was wrong with him but he wouldn’t say a word. Shaking my head, I knew I couldn’t nag the answers out of him. So I decided to let him be for the time being. Maybe with his siblings, he’d share what’s bothering him eventually. Although it was nagging at me.
I didn’t like not knowing certain things. That’s why Lily and I always
