Jacob stayed by my side for a little while after his uncle left, but we didn't speak much. It was a comfortable silence though. I felt, strangely, at ease in his company.
He wore a shirt, still. He must have come from work. He seemed so comfortable in a shirt, though. He wore it like it was a second skin. His slacks were kept up by a belt tied tightly around his waist. I imagined that it, and his shoes, were made from the finest leather that existed.
His clothing whispered opulence. It was so much better than the tacky Gucci belts that screamed to be noticed.
And it was just one more thing that made me realize the kind of life his baby would have.
Sometimes I could forget about it all. The reason that I was here. Sometimes, being around him, made me feel like I was just a guest in his
