“I’m sorry.” He said quietly claiming her attention back. “I ruined your lunch.”
She looked down at their unfinished meal. The idea of eating more felt repulsive. He seemed to be thinking along the same lines as he got up and started clearing the table. She hastened to help but he waved his hand towards the living room.
“I got this.” He said, trying for a smile. He scraped the leftovers in the trash and started washing the dishes.
She got up and leaned against the wall, watching him. He seemed different, like being able to talk about everything that he kept to himself opened him up. He still looks sad but his smiles seemed lighter, more genuine. There’s a subtle change to how he carried himself, too. Like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. Not totally, but his burden seemed to
