He was eating instant noodles on the balcony of the living room, deep in thought. It was a finely decorated space, with green vines that looked like flowers, a wooden chair, and an electric fan that blew away the heat. It felt like a mini lounge, and he couldn’t be more grateful that Rosianna had decorated it this way.
The front door opened, and Rosianna walked in. Nathan froze, his ears and body suddenly attuned to the living room, tracking her movements. He sensed when she paused, then turned in the opposite direction toward her bedroom.
Nathan exhaled, dipping his fork into the cup of instant noodles. “Thank God.”
He didn’t want her to see him like this. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this. He had to think about his mother, about how he could help her. So far, he had come up w
