M I R A N D A
The way Landon looks right now is something I don't want to see. I'm guessing he might have seen a few photos of me and Hugo. I don't want him to feel bad or to get jealous over it because it makes me feel more guilty of what I've done that night.
I hurriedly closed the laptop and watch him walk sadly towards our bed. He's just quiet and he hasn't talked a bit. I placed the laptop on top of the drawer as he sits next to me.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked him.
Landon plays with his fingers and glued his eyes on his feet. He doesn't seem to answer me.
"Love." I call out to him as I hold on to his chin to make him look back at me.
He smiles ruefully.
"What's the matter?" I ask him.
"Did I ever tell you that I had a dream when I was at the hospital?" He asks.
I shake my he
