Lila
I watched Shawn leave the room, feeling a mix of confusion and discomfort. I didn’t understand why he brought me here. I should be at school, not here with his mom.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” his mom asked gently after Shawn walked out.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
“Are you sure? Because you look like something’s bothering you,” she observed, her voice warm and concerned.
I shrugged. “It’s fine,” I said, unsure how to explain.
She studied me for a moment before continuing, “I remember that softball game your dad played in. It was fun to watch those older men out there. Take my husband, for example; he used to be athletic, but now he has a belly where his six-pack used to be.” She laughed.
I nodded, still unsure where she was going
