Fall
“Deep breaths,” Micah said, patting the man on the back. When did the boy even get there, he did not know but his gentle hands full of bruises and marks did plenty to comfort him, more than he dared to admit. “Bradie, get this man some water please.” The boy said as Briar walked to the side of the table and grabbed a cup, pouring the water from a pitcher into it before walking to the others. “Here.” “Thank you.” Micah took the cup from the boy and handed it to the man. “Here you go. Drink slowly. We are in no hurry to hear your story. You don’t have to continue if it is too hard for you.” Drinking the water, the man sighed contentedly, “No. I already got this far with telling you. I believe I owe it to you too.” “You don’t have to feel obligated that way.” Micah mused, taking the
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