// Breather //
NINETEEN
GAVIN CARTER
I felt never imagined what it’d be like to have my mom eating dinner, talking with each other like they weren’t separated all this time till now.
“Gavin, you haven’t touched your food…” I stiffened when she trailed from her observance.
I glanced at the table and saw that the entire things were the dishes I love. I dropped my utensils making them stop talking, “What do you want to talk about?”
She looked at me incredulously, “I am making you uncomfortable…”
I stood not trusting my voice to speak, “Emily… You must understand this…”
“Dad, I am heading out for practice.” I practically ran out of the house, hearing my father’s voice echoing as I rushed out.
Anywhere but here… I checked my phone and called the first person I could think of.
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