▪︎The Road Trip▪︎
Erik steps out of the doctor's office. He finds me still sitting at the hospital bench, exactly where he left me just a few minutes ago.
With a frown on his face, he asks.
"Wanna grab a drink?"
And that's how I find myself sitting at the far corner in an empty quiet bar, drinking down a bottle of beer. We've been talking about light topics, nothing too deep. Not even his mother's sickness. And no matter how much I try to pretend, it's still at the back of my mind bothering me. I'm wondering what she could be sick from. Is she dying? Is that why he's forced to live with her?
"Erik, your mom..."
"Let's not talk about her." He's quick to say. "Please..."
Awkward silence stretches between us as he gulps down the beer. He bangs the bottle on the table and sets his eyes
